Thirty-Five
Insurgency
Robin felt himself being dragged. They held his arms, leaving his head to loll face down. The toes of his boots caught on the uneven floor, slowing their progress.
He couldn’t hear anything. Worse, he couldn’t feel .
The memory of that thin projectile sticking out of her back returned and terror filled his stomach, threatening to expel the remains of the ocu he’d eaten.
ocu Sree. , answer me. Answer me!
Sree. , answer me. Answer me!He tried to search for her through their mental connection, but it made the pounding in his head worsen. Peeling open his eyes, he found the ground unfocused and distant. For a moment he wondered if the blow to his head undid the healing that had been performed on him. Voices were muffled, and his brain refused to translate.
Sree?
