Chapter Twenty-Eight
Chay locked the door to her room and started toward the elevators. She was surprised to find Joyce limping toward her, a hand held to the wall for support.
“Joyce. What the hell... ”
“Chenkov,” Joyce replied. “He’s looking for you. He told me to tell you he’s in the dining room.”
Chay placed an arm around Joyce. “What the hell’s going on?”
“He was waiting for me. I had just come back from the hospital; from sitting with Sara. I got back to my room and he was there. Him and a couple of his soldier boys. He told me he had come to inspect my injuries; that he felt responsible because he was the one that had me arrested. The one that sent me to the Cells. I tried to tell him I was fine, but he wouldn’t leave it alone, not until he had looked for himself. He was so sli
