Chapter 28
LORIANE SAT dazed, crammed on the platform amongst the press of stinking bodies. The Chevakian leader had come and gone. He had spoken with some of the soldiers, gesturing as if telling them what to do. He had gone upstairs, where she could still see him through a window. He took off the helmet that made him look like a bug. Underneath, his hair was curly, short and greying at the temples. Loriane liked his face; he looked like someone who would care.
But now he was gone, and one of the Chevakian soldiers yelled, and some semblance of quiet fell in the crowded hall. It looked like something was about to happen.
A suited Chevakian came up the stairs in the company of two young men without suits. One was tall and lanky, with long black hair hanging down both sides of a narrow f
