Yeah, Egarious Toole didn’t look so bad right now. All in all, he had given them some rather good survival skills.
And no one deserved to be beaten like this.
Eve cringed as she peeled back the black battlesuit from his chest and saw the deep knife wounds and horrific scars that crisscrossed his chest and torso.
As bad as his current wounds were, they were nothing compared to the scars where others had tried their best to end his life.
Maybe Jed was right. Maybe she should have left him to die. That might have been a kinder fate. But having seen so many people lose their lives for no reason, she just couldn’t stand to see one more person die alone.
Like garbage in the street.
Not after what Jinx had done for her.
Besides, life shouldn’t be like this.
You know he’s going to kill again. By saving him, there’s no telling how many more innocent lives he’ll take.
Probably true.
But she was a paid killer, too.
You have a choice. You only take contracts on those who deserve to die. He kills whoever they tell him to, regardless of age, gender, or crime.
Did that really make her a better person, though?
She had a choice. This man never had been given that.
If he didn’t kill them, they killed him. For all she knew, this very attack could have been over the fact that he refused to kill a target.
“And I could have been anything I wanted to be.” A teacher. Musician.
Well, not really given her family and history, but she liked to pretend that she could have walked away.
Like Jayne?
She flinched at the voice in her head.
Yeah. Her sister had tried to do that. And what’d happened to her?
Jayne was rotting in prison for trying to turn her back on their father’s legacy. For trying to get her teacher’s license.
So much for dreams and stupidity.
Tooles didn’t get to live normal lives. They weren’t like other people.
Never mind the fact that she was an Andarion Batur. AWingedBatur, no less. Their entire lineage had been hunted to virtual extinction by a crazed bitch.
So much so, that the only reason her meager branch had survived was because her grandmother had been smuggled off Andaria and hidden while the rest of her family had been brutally slaughtered.
None of her family should have survived to be here.
Yet they endured, in spite of all odds.
All enemies.
“Like you.” She brushed the hair back from Jinx’s bruised cheek.
Sighing, she carefully cleaned and set his wounds. That was another thing she could thank her father for. When it came to field dressing and medical knowledge, she could run her skills up against just about any doctor.
