Finding out which ship Karryl was taking had been child’s play. All Jane had to do was follow him when he left his quarters an hour after he’d left her in the corridor. Dressed in the long hooded robes of one of the Oonat servants, she barely warranted a glance from the lathar she passed in the halls as she tailed her mark.
He’d headed for the landing pads visible from the windows of her suite, tucked just behind the emperor’s wing of the palace. As a human, she’d never been able to get near the place, but with her face covered and pretending to be one of the Oonat, it was surprisingly easy.
Walking through the last door, she ducked quickly to the side and scooted behind crates rather than walking across the courtyard and through the other archway that led to parts unknown. She hadn’t ma
