Twenty-nine
“You think they believe us?” Keelin asked. “I mean, about those creatures. And Cathal.”
“They have the data now.” Ryann knew she was avoiding the question.
“And you told them about the light. That’s good. And they know where we are. And that we need urgent help.”
Ryann nodded, letting Keelin babble. Her voice ricocheted between excitement and terror.
“Someone in Haven must know about those creatures. They’ve probably already got an antidote. They’re probably preparing a medi-bay right now. Don’t you think, Ryann? They’re going to make it all better. They have to.” Then, quieter, she repeated herself. But it was more of a question now. “They have to.”
Then she looked up, her eyes bright. “When do you think the boys will be back?” she asked.
“You could ask them.”
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