75: Piran
Piran
Through the Proteus’ sensors, Piran watched the city pass beneath them. There was something comforting about the buildings and the streets, the dots of light. More comforting than looking at Ryann, haggard and sweaty. And definitely more comforting than the sight of Keelin.
She sat motionless in her pilot’s chair, only the soft rise and fall of her chest any indication she wasn’t a statue. Her eyes were closed. But the peaceful image was at odds with…with the rampaging beast she’d been on the scaffolding.
Better to focus on the city. They flew over it. Their troubles were beneath them now.
But they weren’t free yet. An alert pinged. Piran pulled it up.
“The tracker’s on the move,” he said, diving into the details.
“Brice or Deva?” Ryann said. Piran flinched—he ha
