hadanotherThe big man snorted.
He shouldered his way past Edrin and continued through the corridor.
Turning on his heel, Edrin watched him go. He stiffened and then gave his head a shake. “Wait!” he hollered, chasing after the other man. “Who is this other deserter?”
The stranger kept going without looking back. “His name is Novol,” he said. “You can find him in the mess hall with his little princess and the dead woman.”
“Novol?” Edrin breathed. “Novol Raan?”
“I see you’ve heard of him.”
Edrin ran for the mess hall. It was one deck up if he recalled correctly. He took a stairwell; he never had liked elevators. People hopped out of his way as he bounded through the corridors. Such speed! Before the Nassai, he might have been able to keep up this pace for ten, maybe fifteen seconds. It
