Well, that had been an ordeal. Solma had known Python was kept imprisoned. She hadn’t realized he was so strictly isolated.
Sidewinder and Mamba had argued for an hour about his right (or not) to see Python. Though they have now been granted permission by the mysterious Seasons, Sidewinder and Urutu aren’t happy about it. They lead Solma and her friends into the little woodland with stormy expressions. Urutu keeps glancing over his shoulder at Solma, a strange light in his blue eyes. Again, Solma is struck by how like Vulkan he looks. The skin on the back of her neck prickles whenever she meets his eye. Her fingers twitch, aching for her pistol or hunting knife. But, of course, she has neither.
Solma feels Olive’s fingers entwine with hers.
“This is going well,” Olive mutters. Solma ro
