Chapter Seventeen“Protectress? Protectress! Wake up!”
Maeve became aware of several pairs of hands jostling her, shaking her. She opened her eyes to see Nyla and Vaxi leaning over her, their eyes wide with terror. Behind them, every huntress and Wielder was looking at her with equal alarm.
“What the fark …?” In an instant, her focus returned. Swiveling her chair around to face the rain-spattered viewport, she replaced her hands on the controls. Thunder and lightning still raged around the ship, a chaotic maelstrom of wind, light and sound that buffeted the Talon like a paper plane.
Her heart threw itself against her ribcage as she pulled back on the throttle. With an audible groan, the engines obeyed, and the Talon slowed to a less frightening eighty-five miles per hour. “It's okay, we'
