Dane POV

He rubbed his eyes, which blurred because of sifting through reports. Fortunately, Patch’s intelligence reports weren’t long-winded and were insightful. Jiro would be proud.

Dane needed a run to clear his mind, and minutes later, he sprinted for the green grass outside of the city. Ahhh. Cool evening air, a light breeze, the scent of bonfires and of cider from the ongoing festival. What more could he ask?

Only one thing came to mind, a ...