“WILDER, MOVE!”
Scythians? Even here, at the heart of the Assembly?
“Wilder!”
Someone was pulling on her leg. Wilder looked down and saw Cherry’s anxious features through her visor.
Aubriot was already halfway to the door, propelled by his suit’s thrusters.
“Come on,” said Cherry, gliding up to Wilder and grabbing her elbow, forcing her forward.
Snapping out of her confusion, Wilder quickly replaced her helmet, pressed her thumbs to her palms, and aimed herself at the exit, which was opening.
“Do you think the Scythians followed us here?” she asked Cherry. The woman was keeping pace with her. Kes was a little ahead.
“Who knows?” Cherry replied. “But I hope not. I hope we aren’t the reason for this attack. I’d hate for them to want to kill us so badly.”
A flash of light lit Wilder’
