Chapter Thirty-Five
Tevera woke in a soft bed and, for a moment, gazed blankly at a white metal ceiling. Then memory rushed over her . . . and relief. She was in Thaylia’s sickbay, rigged in its planetside mode, which meant Thaylia hadn’t been destroyed . . . but how? What had happened? Why wasn’t she dead?
Why wasn’t everyone dead?
She turned her head, and to her surprise, found her great-grandmother seated in a chair by the bed. “Captain . . . ?” she croaked.
“I was told you would be waking,” Nicora said, a rare smile crinkling her face.
“What happened? Where’s Kriss.”
Nicora’s smile faded. “He’s in another room,” she said. “Unconscious.”
“Was he shot, too?” Tevera remembered the flash of blue, the unbearable pain, the darkness. She swallowed. “How badly is he hurt?”
“We can’t fi
