Two days later
The lights flickered and dimmed. Mathena sat straight up in the chair of her hospital room, panic shooting through her. Beyond the walls of her quarters, the normal sounds of the ward intensified. The lights dimmed once more, and shouting reached her ears.
"What the hell happened?" She murmured to herself.
Mathena rose from her chair. She was alone in her room.
A fine tremble had begun in her limbs. "Where the hell is Xeon?" She remembered talking to him before everything went dark. Had her magick-laced plea for the attention of the Rebel fallen upon the ears of the air-inclined as she’d meant?
It seemed too soon for the latter. She’d only sent her message to Tana the night before. Certainly, they couldn’t be so close or mount a rescue so soon. Not if they were few in
