5
As he entered Larani's quarters aboard the Alarinto, Jack noted that her sitting room was very much like his own. A sofa on the back wall was sandwiched between two small tables that supported lamps, each one filling the room with golden light.
Larani sat in a chair that faced the wall to his right, a tablet held up in front of her face as she perused its contents. “Thank you for coming,” she murmured, barely aware of his presence.
Jack stood in the doorway with his hands in his pockets, his lips compressed into a nervous frown. “You asked to see me,” he said, stepping into the room. “And since we're going to be disembarking in an hour, I assume it's serious.”
“It is.” Larani tossed her tablet onto the coffee table with no care for whether she damaged the electronics. Not that there
