Chapter Forty:
"Ow, ow—careful!" Phillip hissed, his knuckles whitening as he gripped the edge of the medical cot.
"Sorry, sir. I didn't mean to," Bennett murmured, her brow furrowed in concentration. She worked with practiced, albeit trembling, hands to wrap fresh gauze around his thigh. The wound was jagged, a nasty reminder of the "tempered flesh" that had nearly ended him.
Bennett looked toward the cockpit of the private military transport. "Are we there yet?"
The pilot didn't turn, his voice crackling through the intercom. "We land in five minutes. Brace for descent."
