OUT OF THE ASHES
He instinctively tried to move, body heaving against the powerful restraints holding him down on the lab table by his wrists and ankles.
A series of small cells lined the circular laboratory, the doors reclaimed steel with transparent windows set in them, and strong enough to hold up against the pounding Tanner was giving his.
Knight tracked his bleary gaze over the cells, his head count coming up one short and he didn’t know why until the memory hit with the force of a spaceship breaking atmo.
Kira was dead.
Kira had taken a bullet meant for him and was dead.
Knight squeezed his eyes shut, the after-image of Kira in his arms with a ripped open throat seared into his brain. He felt sick to h