Chapter 46

Valeria

“Can you move?” Grimm asks.

“Barely.” I squirm in the middle of the line, trying to unstick the leather clothes from my skin. The Firing Armada’s uniform—padded black leather pants and a long‑sleeved shirt made for those of us who don’t shift. Meant to blunt incoming damage. My hair is pulled into a slick bun, everything forced into place.

“My balls can’t breathe,” Grimm whispers, tugging at the leather around his crotch.

“Eww!” I laugh.

He got a good night’s sleep, and today he lo