Chapter Eleven
Three days had passed, and they had three days still to go before the shipment of Shadow scanners from the Transgalactic Council arrived. They’d found dried food stored in the safe house to keep them going. Jas was in the back yard. Once, a lawn must have grown there, but now the area was a mess of weeds and trash that had blown in from the street. The sun was hot and the air was humid. She sat alone on an old swing seat on the porch, leaning against the decayed wooden slats, which were coated in ancient, flaking paint.
The mysterious man Sayen had called had just delivered the news that, after several dicey moments, it looked like Erielle would live. The man never gave his name, and whenever he turned up, he spent most his time with his patient. They had turned the living
