He could not sense theBredhren, although as he entered the living room, he saw the welcome sight of Miller Armstrong.
He was alone.
“Where are the others?” Col asked.
“They’re all out, gone on a pack run.”
Col stood, frozen in place.
“Perhaps it is best that they left without me, as I had forsaken my duty.”
“Are you questioning yourVixar’sdecisionsnow?”
Col jerked his head in surprise. “Of course not!”
“If Tybalt had wanted you to go with them, he wouldn’t be shy about making that happen. Obviously he felt that what you were do—that there was a better place for you to be. So you have to ask yourself, son, is it really your place to question that call?”
Col shook his head at the older man’s wisdom. “You speak truth, Miller Armstrong. I thank you for it.”
The man’s blue eyes bored into his own. Col got the sense that even though he outwardly agreed with Miller Armstrong’s logic, borne out of an understanding of command structure and the unwavering trust in aVixar’sdecisions, that it did not escape the older man’s notice that Col was still questioning himself and his fitness as a member of theWar-Pack.
What good was he, if he could forget his life’s purpose so easily, and lose hisWaryeorsensibilities so completely, all because of the nearness of a female?
