Twenty-eight
One of the NeoGens came for Ryann, and brought her to the room with the screens. Murdoch was there, of course. But she’d stay calm. She needed to know what happened to Piran and Eljin. And if they were alive, then there was hope for the others too, for Farrell and Ronat. And Keelin.
“Ah, Harris,” Murdoch said, nodding to the screens. “You’ll want to watch this. And I’ll include you in our private conversations.” He grinned. “Wouldn’t want you to miss the fun.”
Ryann’s skin grew cold. She couldn’t get her hopes up. If Keelin and the others were alive, this monster would do all he could to keep her from seeing them.
“And Ennis?” He turned to the NeoGen. “I’ll need you inside the fence.”
The creature gave a nod, turned, and left the room.
“Not the most talkative, that one.”
