Chapter Twenty-Eight
Wilder lay down in her seat, glad to be going home. She only hoped she wasn’t going back to a lifeless planet. If that was the case, her brief meeting with the Immani would have been for nothing. Not that they had agreed to her terms in the matter of the a-grav machine. As only one member of the Assembly they didn’t have the authority. She would have to wait until the organization held a formal meeting before she would know if she’d secured the payment requested.
The Opportunity began its first round of deceleration. The load pressed down hard onto Wilder’s body, squeezing her rib cage and squashing her pelvis into the soft padding. Her jaw was slowly being forced open. She clenched her teeth to hold it closed.
“Quinn,” she said through barely open lips, “are the Sc
