She very much doubted it, but there was little that she could squeeze out of her brain in this state of exhaustion. What she wouldn’t give to have the last three months back, to avoid that confrontation in which Slade had injected her with the virus. But there was no going back. This was her life now.
She ushered Toran out of the room, into a hallway where a man in unrelieved black leaned against the bulkhead. Arin was a tall fellow, slim and lean with dark skin and buzzed hair. He came to attention as soon as he saw her. “Shall I take our guest to the SlipGate, Admiral?”
Telixa nodded.
Gesturing to the lift at the end of the hallway, Arin flashed a toothy grin. “If you’ll just follow me, Admiral Jaal,” he said. “We’ll get you back to your ship in time for evening tea.”
Toran looked ne
