CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
AS HE STEPPED UP TO the medic center’s back entrance, Zeth winced. Even slight movements pulled at the protective strips covering the slices on his chest. A day after running through the crop from hell, and the skin beneath the strips itched like crazy. The cuts on Mich’s arms must burn in comparison. I should stop whining.
He was still in awe over what he’d just seen.
When that shizernet jumped out at her, she’d kept her head and shot him before he landed on her. Then she’d gone wild—every punch landing with brutal efficiency as she’d aimed for the shizernet’s neck and kidney region repeatedly. She’d also targeted her attacker’s ears—a known sensitive spot for the shizernet race. Zeth had felt completely powerless watching her fight, unable to shoot the attacker giv
