Chapter 21The snow was knee deep. Winter had come early to the Canada wilds, making me glad that the fae patients still slept in their stretchers, cocooned in the warmth of the exo-gel. Airmed herself had come up to oversee the transfer of wounded through the portal. I’d cringed when I’d first seen her, expecting a torrent of rebuke, but she’d barely seemed to notice me. Once I’d realized that she cared more about attending to the incoming fae, I’d breathed a sigh of relief and set about scanning each floating bed as it exited the transport, making notes in the occupant’s files for the doctors in Tower Four of Valhalla.
The group by the cave entrance grew steadily as more and more families arrived, looking for their loved ones. One by one, stretchers were hooked up to gravicycles and towe
