The Droogans are waiting for me when I arrive in front of their dome. Guilt strikes me hard. Their cloaks are torn and bloodstained, and one is even missing an arm. There’s no need for them to tell me what’s gone on, their injuries and the hardness in their eyes tells me everything.
The Jorgar have already attacked. If I’d been quicker, then it wouldn’t have happened. But I wasn’t, and the Droogans have paid the price.
“I’ve brought a new power source for you,” I say, trying not to meet their gaze.
“You are late in fulfilling this promise, Emily Renzi. We had lost hope and were beginning to mistrust you,” one of them replies. I’m sure he’s one of the ones I spoke to before, but with their cloaks on it’s hard to tell.
“I’m very sorry. I didn’t mean to make you wait. I…had some trouble b
