The giant ship did not just arrive. It ripped the sky wide open.
It looked like some massive, jagged tooth—so huge, you couldn’t see a single star past it. From the library windows, the “Tooth” sat out there like a mountain built from black iron and cold glass. No lights. No engines. Just a heartbeat, deep and thunderous, shaking the Oven-Maker’s metal floors with every thump.
“That’s not a ship,” Raven whispered, clutching her metal pipe so tight her knuckles went pale. “That’s a tomb.”
“No,” Sarah Miller said, backing away from the glass. Her eyes were huge, terrified in a way June had never seen. “It’s the dinner plate. The Owners have come for what we baked.”
Then—out of nowhere—a beam of white light blasted from the center of that tooth. It wasn’t a laser. It felt like a hand reac
