Chapter Twenty-Nine
The sound shook the glass of the dome as brilliant orange flames lit the night. Nola tumbled backwards into the room, hitting her head on the floor. The ceiling spun as shouts shot up from the kitchen.
“Nola!” Jeremy shouted.
“What’s happening?” Lenora screamed.
Jeremy threw open Nola’s door.
“Are you hurt?” He knelt by her side.
“I fell,” Nola said, shaking her head and sending her vision spinning again, “but I’m fine.”
Flashing red light poured through Nola’s window as the emergency siren blared to life.
“Is she all right?” Lenora ran into the room.
A piercing beep, beep, beep cut in between the siren’s wails.
“We’re under attack.” The color drained from Lenora’s face. “The domes are under attack. I have to secure the seedlings.” Lenora looked down at Nola.
