Thirty-six
Ryann knew they were not alone. As soon as Nyle got them airborne, and the creatures clinging to the hull had fallen, a single trace remained.
She didn’t believe it would attack while the lights were on sol. She’d sussed Nyle, telling him to keep that setting, at least for the moment. She said it was a comfort.
She knew he didn’t believe her. But, even though this was his craft, she outranked him. He could question her, but he couldn’t deny her request. Especially not when her crew outnumbered his.
She hated the coldness of that thought. Lives should never be reduced to simple numbers. Besides, she didn’t even know the numbers for her own crew. Cathal was alive, but for how much longer? And Tris—until she knew for certain, he was in limbo.
She had not asked Brice what hap
