6
Faith, Transport Center
The EMV slid to a stop in front of one of the small, public transport stations and Thor’s grip on my hand tightened. Or maybe my hold on him. A few hours ago I’d been in bed with Thor, wrapped in his arms. Warm. Safe. Loved. The queen’s guard reported that Lord Wyse had been captured that evening and I’d been content. Happier than I could remember being since before our mother had been kidnapped and we’d left Earth behind.
But then the knock on our bedroom door two hours ago ruined everything. Trinity stood on the other side, her eyes dark and tormented. I’d known before she opened her mouth that something was wrong. Very, very wrong.
Lord Wyse wanted to make a deal, our mother’s location for his life.
And Trinity, being the analytical hardass I loved, had ag
