Chapter Thirty-FiveMaeve hadn't gone one step down the ramp of the Talon when she felt Rahne place the tip of her tritanium baseball bat between her shoulder blades and give her a violent shove. With nothing to grab onto, she pitched down the ramp, landing hard on the dirt of the riverbed. She was able to brace her fall, just barely, but the small cloud of dust thrown up by her tumble stuck to the blood encrusting her lip, nose, and right eyebrow. In no hurry to stand up, she concentrated instead on the people around her as she scrabbled on the dusty ground.
“Did ya get it?” came an impatient voice from nearby. She heard the captain—Kalik, Rahne called him—shuffle toward her.
“Yeah,” Rahne answered.
Maeve watched the two men out the corner of her eye. Kalik's frown turned into a cruel s
