Verity Alice Price

“Both,” Liam shrugged. “Sandoval always preferred projectiles over energy weapons.” Chinese food forgotten for the moment, he moved to sling an arm around her shoulders and pull her in to a hug. “I’ve only ever gotten sick once, and that was with a bio-engineered retrovirus, but I promise I’ll take every precaution,” including carrying a weapon with actual bullets, ugh, “if need be.”