“I’m starting to think this was a bad idea,” Aaron said, rubbing at his shoulder. His arm was still sore, but he now had painkillers that were doctor-approved and didn’t compromise his higher brain functions.
“Well, it’s your plan,” Selena said, swinging her black case over one shoulder. She tossed her hair over her shoulder. “Bad time to get scared, now that we’re at the gates with backup.”
“Backup?” Carter asked. He folded his arms and leaned against his car. “What am I, a bodyguard?”