Chapter Eight
Erik adjusted the window tinting of the hotel room until it was solid black. Mara lay on a bed behind him, sleeping on her side. She’d passed out on the way over. They’ve been worried that she’d been hurt after passing out in the flitter, but her vitals were stable. Some people couldn’t handle the kind of excitement so common in Erik’s and Jia’s lives.
For now, they were waiting. They’d sent a brief message to Captain Ragnar, clarifying their involvement but not giving any specific location information. While they trusted the captain, they needed to be sure their efforts weren’t wasted.
Jia leaned against a wall, her lips pursed. “How are we doing, Emma?”
“This room and the exterior hallway are secure,” Emma reported. “But we might be more secure staying aboard the Argo r
