CHAPTER 10

A burning sting in Knight's ears told him their comms were dead and maybe all the electronics they had. Which meant their trackers, and any last chance they’d have of the people monitoring the mission finding them. But Knight shoved all of that to the back of his mind and came up swinging.

Because there's a fucking rifle aimed his face, its owner looking ready to shoot. Knight grabbed the barrel and wrenched the weapon out of the other man’s hand, the metal crunching under his fingers. He swung it like a bat, watching it make a dent in the man’s skull, the weapon itself crumpling in his grip. He kept moving, trading punches and kicks he didn’t bother pulling with half a dozen soldiers before the sound of a gun going off had him staggering backward, the body slamming into his were very familiar from long hours of holding each other through a night of passion.

Knight went to his knees, Kira slumping in his arms, the bullet meant for him having found a different target. The ragged wound