That’s it?
That’s all they ought to hear.
But, she thought, hoping for more. Mevine had no new information?
Nothing the prefects need to know.
Athee slapped her palm on her desk. Well, I want to know!
Byron’s mind was still and she bit at her lip. Athee had no right to demand information from him.
Mevine proposed that based on the data, it’s proceeding to the Torbeth’s planet because it is closest. If it continues on course and is systematic in its approach, the Arellen’s world will be next.
Where does that place Tgren?
We are fourth.
Her chest tightened. Recalling the speed of the probe, Athee estimated they had a week. Maybe ten days if they were lucky.
Contact the prefects. I’ll brief you in full later, Byron thought.
His presence vanished. Athee leaned her elbows on her desk
