Chapter Thirteen
Ha’ven jerked awake as the transport rocked. His arms tightened protectively around the body curled at his side. A warning alarm sounded before the lights flickered and the transport rocked again.
“Warning. Unidentified ship has initiated fire. Shields maintaining at ninety-eight percent. Defensive actions have been activated,” the transport warning system announced.
“Ha’ven,” Emma’s sleepy voice whispered huskily. “What’s happening?”
Ha’ven’s mouth tightened as he sat up. With a wave of his hand, he was fully dressed. Standing, he looked down into Emma’s sleepy and confused eyes. He held out his hand to her even as another blast hit the outer shields.
“Come, little one,” he murmured calmly. “We are under attack. I want you near me.”
Emma’s eyes widened with fear and
