Elena
ElenaTane scowled and studied the high-tech bug I’d just dropped into his palm. When he was a beast, his expressions were much more difficult to read. Was he angry? Shocked? Upset? Nervous? Scared?
No. The last two were me. I was shaking so badly I didn’t know how much longer I could stand in these heels.
He lifted the small object to eye level, and I watched, fascinated, as something that looked like silver computer code, streaks of electricity, moved behind his eyes.
I knew, intellectually, that Tane was from The Colony. I’d read that the men—aliens—who lived there had been captured by the evil Hive, the enemy of the entire Coalition and the reason for their deal with Earth, and turned into cyborgs. But it hadn’t seemed real to me until now.
What else did he have hidden under
