“In.”
Rynn shoved her ahead of him into the shuttle, his movements rough. Hearing the stress in his voice, Jac didn’t argue. She just ducked under the hull and hurried up the ramp as quickly as she could. Something was wrong. Very wrong. She glanced back, a sigh of relief escaping her at the familiar sight of Lizzie’s blue tube still in place at the back of the cabin. They hadn’t moved or hurt her.
“Sit.” The big alien pushed her toward the copilot’s seat, sliding into place next to her, his hands already moving over the console. Everywhere he touched, systems came to life. Jac didn’t move. She didn’t know enough about how the ship worked to help, and the hard look in Rynn’s eyes since they’d woken said he didn’t trust her.
“Keris. Talk to me,” he ordered.
Behind them the ramp snapped
