Chapter 7Lydia Procopio turned to her escort the moment they boarded the ship. “Thank you so much,” she said in Kziznvxrz. She'd smelled them the instant they'd taken custody of her. If she hadn't lived among them for twenty-four years, she wouldn't have known they were Kzizn.
The four beefy humanoid-shaped Kzizn stared blankly at her. “Please proceed peacefully,” one said, also in Kziznvxrz, pointing along the corridor.
“Aren't you going to take off these handcuffs?” Lydia held up her bound hands, the bright glasma circlets glinting in the dim interior light.
“Go, please.”
“Where's my father?” she demanded, fear beginning to knot up her bowels. “He was hurt, and he may need medical attention.”
“Xsirhglksvi will be taken care of. Your cell is that way. Cooperate, or we will escort you
