CHAPTER THIRTY-SEVEN
Eva stirred. She had landed on something soft, and was thankful for the cushioning. The cabin of the transport stank of fear-induced sweat. She wasn’t able to see anything in the near darkness.
The soft surface underneath her began to wriggle, and a strangled moan came from her right. Climbing off was an effort, her senses thrown off by the sudden change in angle. The ship must have been upside down; Eva didn’t remember so many slopes inside.
“Next time we crash, you can be underneath,” Madden groaned.
“Are you all right?”
“Nothing a good shot of tequila wouldn’t fix. What about you?”
“Fine. We need to get out of here; they are coming. If any demons make it past the Guardians and we aren’t out of this wreck, we are done for.”
A light shone from the rear of the t
