Chapter Five
‘It’s been a brilliant jaunt through the Uppers, but if the device has failed there’s nothing more to be done.’ Rufin sat, legs folded, sharpening a knife that was longer than his forearm. ‘Home we go!’
Aysun thought his tone was offensively cheerful under the circumstances. ‘I can fix it.’
Rufin’s blond brows sailed up. ‘You’ve been trying for days.’ He looked up at the sky with its perpetual light. ‘Well. Far as I can tell up here. Feels like days.’
‘I can fix it.’
Rufin shrugged. ‘Right, but make it fast. It’s pure luck that we haven’t lost anyone yet.’
‘And some skill, I like to think.’ Eyas lay stretched out in the moss, his head pillowed on his arms. Aysun hoped he wasn’t as close to sleep as he looked.
Rufin smirked, polishing the blade of his knife with a rag. ‘
