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THE FIRST SIGN THAT something was wrong was the water shutting off as Wilder was brushing her teeth. She pressed the faucet again to rinse her mouth but nothing came out. They’d run out of toothpaste years ago, so it was no big deal in that sense—she just spat into the washbasin regardless—but in every other sense the sputtering pipe was worrying.
She comm’d Dragan.
“Your water’s out too?” was the first thing he said.
“Uh huh. Has someone else contacted you about it?”
Was the problem localized or shipwide?
“Not yet. I wanted a drink, but, nothing.”
“Okay, can you tell Niall? I’ll see if I can find out what’s wrong.”
It was better to leave informing Niall to Dragan. Maybe Kes was right that his animosity came from a deep-seated affection for her, but it was animosity, non
