"Let me see!" I said through gritted teeth.
Despite everything, I couldn't do anything about it.
Just as I was inspecting his wound, he picked me up with one arm and walked toward the bed. The VIP room was excellent. It was a large suite equipped with a view of the sea.
With this environment and the view... If it weren't for the Rebels taking over the cruise outside, I'd actually think I was on vacation.
"Where are they taking the cruise?" I was slightly curious.
"They're probably headed toward war zones. There are flight restrictions, and it'll be hard to launch a rescue operation by sea." Holding me in his arms, Dexter continued softly, "Sophia... they have a limited food supply. With so many people on board... I don't think it'll last very long."
"It's okay. The rations that we hid beforehand are more than enough for us," I replied gently.
