Chapter Thirteen
They came from across the abandoned building site in the early hours of the morning. Jas was asleep. She’d tied Bathsheba to the other bed in the room. She hadn’t liked doing it. Over the days that the minister had been living with them, Jas had grown accustomed to her. She didn’t think she was a bad person, just misguided and out of touch, and perhaps too sure of herself. Jas believed she genuinely hadn’t known that the Shadows had infiltrated Earth to the extent they had. As she fell asleep, Jas had been looking forward to the day they could let the older woman go.
The first Jas heard of the underworlders’ attack was the tinkle of glass breaking. As her eyes flicked open, she reached for the blaster next to her bed. Her waking brain tried to compute where the sound had
