“We fight again,” Logan broke in. His gray eyes were fierce, and he sat up very straight next to Grace. “As much as we have to, for as long as is necessary.”
God, I hoped it wouldn’t come to that. Twenty-five years had elapsed between the time Kirsten Jones drove the aliens away and their return this spring. Would we be granted that much of a reprieve? Or would the Reptilians be made even more desperate now that the very future of their race was at stake?
I sent a worried glance up at Gideon, but his expression didn’t change. Voice calm, he said, “I don’t foresee that happening.”
Just as he finished speaking, a small chiming beep came from his pocket. He pulled out the conveyor, which sparkled with little flashing green and yellow lights. “That is Sal Galen. He wants to speak with me.”
