29: Ryann
Ryann
They brought Ryann food. It wasn’t anything spectacular, and she couldn’t quite figure out what it was—some kind of meat in a vegetable broth—but she ate it anyway.
She cleaned herself up as best she could, although with no fresh clothes the shower felt like a waste of time. At least her scalp no longer itched. Then she dove into the files on the terminal, reading more about the local islands.
They came for her after a couple of hours. A guard opened the door, an orderly—judging by the overall he wore—removed the bowl and beaker, then Macklyn Grivas appeared in the doorway.
“Up for a little walk?” he said, as breezy as if she’d been a colleague.
She sighed and rose, knowing she didn’t have a choice.
Three guards brought up the rear as Macklyn led her along co
