6
Lily sat on the hard plastic bench, shoulder to shoulder with other prisoners in the death pod. Her head still pounded, but one of the soldiers had taken pity on her and run a medical scanner over her bite wound then delivered the antivenom.
No one knew how long they had to live. The Ocretians kept the death pods largely a secret and, obviously, those who went in, never came out. It seemed they were still filling it, though. Prisoners had been filing in for three planet rotations.
Crazy though it was, she felt certain Rok was working to get her out. He’d been there when they took her. She’d heard his anguished shout, seen his friends wrestle him back into their ship. He did care about her—she knew it!
That thought alone kept her from sinking into the darkest despair. Rok had to get h
