Page 439 of Broken Oath

“What?”

“The ego.”

Rook laughed.

Not the bitter sound I had heard before.

Not laughter weighted by the memory of six dead men.

This one was real.

Warm.

I liked it far too much.

He studied me.

“You found Wade.”

“We found him.”

“You never stopped believing he was alive.”

“No.”

“Even when everyone told you to.”

“I’ve never been good at following orders.”

“I noticed.”

Rook grew quiet.

The harbor lights reflected in his eyes.

“You saved my life.”

My heart beat faster.

“On the mountain?”

“After it.”

I frowned.

“You’re going to have to explain that.”

“I survived the ambush. That wasn’t the same as living.”

The words settled between us.

Raw.

Honest.

Rook looked toward the warehouse.

“For over a year, everything was about the men I lost. Finding who betrayed them. Making someone pay.”