Three weeks later, Madas stood on the space port, looking down at Tearraid. Her throat felt tight with emotion. She had always wondered what the planet would look like from space—now she knew.
Gril had been in meetings on and off since they arrived. He was deeply concerned by what Devac had said right before her death—that what was happening was larger than either of them. Gril felt sure that whatever Devac had been involved in was important.
“Pretty amazing, isn’t it?”
Madas smiled when she saw the reflection of Joren standing behind her. She nodded. He came to stand next to her.
“I never did thank you for getting me out of there,” Joren said. “Gril said that he has a little pull and I could be accepted into the military academy.”
“I know, he told me,” she murmured.
Her gaze moved t
