Kaiden's eyes immediately locked onto the ship that he knew Douvoi was on.
These last few days he had finally begun to taste the long-held desire for revenge that had settled into his heart.
It all still felt hollow.
They had killed many of Daxton's agents and those who had aligned with them.
Yet not a single one was truly important.
All of them were merely disposable pawns that did not matter. Some of them were so young that they probably had not even participated in the civil war that was half a lifetime ago for Kaiden.
Daxton had thousands more just like them to command and would undoubtably send more out to replace them.
Whatever that bastard wanted from Kaiden and his sister, he was determined. Otherwise, he would not keep sending people after them when there was only a slim chance at best that they would be successful.
