It was also apparent he’d been badly beaten. There was bruising on his jaw and his mouth was cut, dried blood crusted on his chin and under his nose.
The man moaned again, moving his head feebly.
“We should help him,” Zev said firmly.
Both sets of eyes trained on him with laser focus.
“Why?” asked Leia. “Look at him. Maybe he’s done something really bad. That’s why they did this.”
Zev snorted. “Because he’s an Imperial officer he must have done something bad? Really? You have poodu for brains?”
“Hey!” Luke was right before him, hands on his hips. “Don’t talk to my sister that way! We KNOW they’ve done awful things…!”
“My Dad’s an Imperial officer and he’s the best man I know!” Zev snapped back.
The twins gaped. Was it really so hard to believe?
“He loves my Mom and me, his crew think he’s the best, and I miss him…!” he paused, voice cracking.
Did Dad know now? Had Mom told him that Zev had been taken? Was he coming for Zev?
