““I remain your pledged man," Tark avowed, touching a fist to his chest. "What are your orders?" Jason turned to the stocky musician. "Do your best to help Galloran win this war." "I swear it." "And keep an eye on Rachel. See if you can get her to stop telling me she's going to see me again. I think she's jinxing us." Rachel punched Jason's arm. Tark eyed Rachel uncertainly. She saw a hint of disapproval in his gaze, along with a little wariness. Jason smiled. "That's assault. Tark, take her out.””
