Chapter Twenty-Seven
Airlocks and Culverts
Valentina wrenched her arm out of the guard’s grasp but didn’t attempt to flee. There was nowhere to run, she just preferred to stumble along under her own power. The light in the too-bright hallway was like a blade stabbing through her eyes to her brain and she caught Susanna’s sleeve with one hand, shading her eyes with the other.
“The weird feeling will pass in a minute,” Susanna said. “I’ve been stung more than once myself so you can trust me.”
“They didn’t listen,” Valentina said, struggling with her suddenly thick tongue. “I didn’t even get to warn them. The revolution is coming.”
“The revolution is always coming,” Susanna said. “Yet it never seems to arrive.”
“It will, in just a few hours.”
“A few hours after we get pushed out an air
