SAYEN AND SPARKS WERE waiting for her just outside the spaceport. Their alien baggage was attracting considerable attention from passersby.
“Where’s Flahive?” Sayen asked.
Jas couldn’t answer. She could only shake her head. She didn’t only have her own grief to deal with. The Paths she was carrying were radiating sadness. She swallowed and said, “We have to get to the shuttle immediately. We have only moments until the guards at the research facility raise the alarm and they close the spaceport.”
“How the heck are we going to explain the Paths?” Sayen asked.
“I’m all out of ideas,” Jas said. “We’ll have to try to bluff our way through.”
“I don’t like this,” Sparks muttered. “I don’t like this at all. I tried to leave once and they wouldn’t let me. My name’s known to them. I was hoping
