Three more hours passed. Kaira had turned into a nervous wreck. The ship seemed to be going about its usual business, but how could she possibly tell whether there was a fatal flaw developing in the systems that controlled their exit from jump? She and Tarkus might not know anything was wrong until the moment the ship was destroyed. The thought occurred to her that at least then she wouldn’t have to face him, but it was hardly a positive outcome.
She was pacing around her room, as she had been for most of the last hour. She’d considered having a bath, a shower, anything at all to try and forget what was going on, but she couldn’t tear herself away from the tablet for more than a minute of time.
It wasn’t even as if the tablet displayed any form of progress indicator. It just looked
