The Morcai Battalion: The Rescue. Diana Palmer

strange behavior or he might have remarked on it.

      Edris got to her feet and drew in a long sweet breath. “Thanks,” she said warmly.

      “Back to the camp,” Rhemun said icily, and gestured them toward the ship.

      Mekashe was waiting at one of the preformed huts. He grinned when Mallory came into view. “You went looking for me,” he exclaimed with a laugh. “You thought I was wounded and you were concerned?”

      “She was wounded looking for you,” Rhemun snapped. “A loss of time and efficiency.” He glared at Mallory. “Your department would benefit from the same drills I require of command line soldiers. I’ll initiate them when we’re back aboard.” He turned to Mekashe. “We have no time for pleasant conversation.”

      “Yes, sir,” Mekashe said, saluting. But he had green eyes when he glanced at Edris.

      She only nodded. She didn’t want to see any more of the commander’s temper. She was uneasy enough already. He didn’t want Mekashe around her. She’d have to find a kinder way to deter his friendliness.