So much for Kinn telling him all the family shit was irrelevant. He understood the order well: behave yourself. Even in another world he can't break free from the family and its hierarchy.

Vegas relaxed by degrees, gripping Pete's hand like it was a lifeline. Without a weapon, in this condition, there was no way Vegas could defend himself. Or Pete. Not that Pete needed defending. He might not seem it, but the man was hyper-competent. Vegas had to rely on him now. And Kinn's kindness, goddammit.

His eyes darted to Pete and he shook his head. "I don't think I can walk very far."