So far, nothing, but they had two hours left to go. Two hours that everyone on the ship was beginning to realize that Cassian Andor might not have to spare.
“PRINCESS JENNIFER OF PALLAS ATHENA KIDNAPPED!” the headline screamed. There was a picture at the bottom of the sheet.
Dag dropped the phone.
She knew how much it had meant to both of them when he wore her colors, the colors of home and acceptance and friendship and courage and so much more.
No father would have wanted to see his daughter in the arms of Hitokiri Battousai.
“I trained to fight Shishio knowing he would kill me, and then I would find you again,” he whispered. “Nothing else mattered. Nothing at all.”