Chapter Thirty-Two
I fight the urge to throw up and faint at the same time. “How about we fight them here and now? I’d rather have a hole in my suit than become dinner.”
“Hole in the suit is the best-case scenario,” Itzel says dryly. “More likely, they’ll spear us to death, and we’ll end up as dinner anyway.”
“Even so,” Ariel says, sounding as repulsed as I feel. “I’d rather go out fighting.”
“Violence might not be necessary,” Itzel says. “The cages look high tech, which means they can be hacked.”
“Hold on,” Felix says, his voice quivering. “If by high tech, you mean the tech of the people who built this ring world, what makes you think it can be hacked?”
I’m impressed he’s even able to speak coherently.
Or that any of us are.
“I’m guessing the gnome builders wouldn’t have bothered
