Upon exiting the SlipGate chamber, Harry found Larani Tal standing in the Scrappy’s white-walled corridor. The woman was tall and slim but quite imposing when she decided that she’d had enough of your nonsense. Before he could take two steps, she was right in front of him, blocking his path. “So, they’re in a coma?”
Harry squeezed his eyes shut, trying to contain his frustration. “Not a coma,” he replied. “Driala says there’s nothing wrong with their bodies. But they’ve been asleep for ten hours.”
He slumped forward, pressing his fingertips into his forehead, a groan escaping him. “We were hoping they’d be awake by the time we rendezvoused with your fleet. But Driala can’t find them.”
Turning on her heel, Larani started up the corridor. The tiniest wave of her hand was the only indicati
