Twenty-Five
“Wake up!” Heron shook her shoulder. Grace lifted her head, peering through the bright sunlight assaulting her. “Gray! I have something.”
“It’d better be koffee,” she said, squinting. There was no other reason for her to be awake this early.
“Orrin blasted your testimony zonewide. Look!”
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Grace accepted, and a flood of footage overtook her lenscape.
People were marching in the streets, signs above their heads, hands cupped over their mouths.
“What are they screaming?”
“Bring Buteo back, bring Buteo back,” he said, his face alight. “They’re on your side!”
Immediately, Grace thought of the officers who must be on the streets, trying to control the crowd.
“This could escalate.” She sat up in bed. “The military could be called in.”
“I doubt it will come to that. Don’
