Mira’s heart pounded in her chest. The sting in her arm burned sharply as she pressed her hand against it, trying to stop the blood seeping through the fabric of her sleeve. Then she heard it. Footsteps. Heavy ones. More than one set. Coming quickly down the corridor. Her stomach dropped. “Oh no…” Panic rushed through her. If they found her in here— In the weapons room. After firing one. She quickly wiped at her eyes and looked around for the weapon she had dropped. It lay on the floor near her feet, still faintly humming from the discharged energy. The footsteps were getting closer. Mira hurried toward the doorway, clutching her injured arm. Maybe she could slip out before— She stepped into the doorway— And froze. Drokan stood directly outside the door. Massive. Immov

