Page 120 of Broken Oath

Every dead end.

Rook stared across the dark water.

Toward the ship.

Toward the woman he still couldn't understand.

She saved them.

Warned them.

Protected them.

Why?

The question escaped before he could stop it.

"Why are you helping us?"

Silence.

Long enough that he thought she wouldn't answer.

Then her voice returned.

Different this time.

Quieter.

Human.

"Because I knew them."

Nobody moved.

Nobody spoke.

Hammer.

Ghost.

Viking.

Tex.

Ridge.

Bishop.

The names flashed through Rook's mind.

The graves.

The photographs.

The challenge coins.

The woman hadn't said your team.