Chapter 80

Chapter Eighty

Guilt dug into Connor, pushing him to ask why he’d survived. When the air recycler hummed to life and a blast of cool air from the overhead vent shook off his funk, he was standing alone in his cabin, wearing nothing but damp underwear and staring at a black T-shirt.

His eyes drifted to the bunk, but Selen hadn’t been there recently. It was cool and uninviting, where there had once been heat and companionship if not love. There would be no answer from his one-time lover and boss.

What about the necklace? The amulet? Wet, too…but with water or sweat?

Had he just showered or was he getting ready to?

The damp towel hanging from the front of his locker and the soapy scent of his skin answered the question.

But it was a warning: He was wearing down, running on too little.

He needed a meal—something more substantial than spicy protein paste.

He needed sleep that amounted to more than passing out in the woods.