"Juri," I whispered again into the emergency communication device on my wrist, though I knew the answer would be the same. "I need confirmation on the sender of that message. Now."
Silence was the best response I got. The harsh static that had been our companion since Kael's EMP remained the only sound in the cabin of the speeding jet.
Dahlia lay motionless in the seat beside me. The small wound on her chest didn't look like a gunshot; it was like a puncture from an intensely hot, sharp object. Dahlia's blood, which soaked her clothes, now appeared darker, clotting in the cold cabin air.
Serena gripped my hand, her face wet with dried tears. "Dad, we have to go back to Titan. We have to get her to a medical facility."
"No medical facility is safe, Serena," I said coldly. I looked at Kr
