Storming through the Scrappy’s white corridors, Larani barely spared a glance for the crewmembers who passed in the opposite direction. She was in an uproar, her every muscle tense. Sending her people on dangerous missions was one thing. Sending the woman she loved was something else entirely. She should have anticipated the fear and the anxiety that clawed at her.
Kaymon tried to offer support. If the emotions that she sensed from him were genuine, then it was safe to say that he had no doubt Jena would return to her. Larani wished that she could be so confident.
A series of twists and turns brought her to the conference room door, and when it opened, she found Corin Nomelia sitting with his back to the window. The stars that floated outside were obscured by a fat, Antauran dreadnought.
