Sasha
Dorgan storms off, leaving me standing there, frozen. I don't know how long I stand like that—my mind buzzing with a thousand thoughts, but none of them make sense. And then someone bumps into me, snapping me back into motion, back into action.
Be useful, I remind myself. I can't afford to get caught in my spiraling thoughts, not now.
I spot Nana Sena walking toward the storage unit; her pace is quick and urgent. Without thinking, I decide to follow her. I need to do something. Anything.
"What are we doing?" I ask, trying to keep the panic out of my voice, try to sound calm.
She doesn't answer right away. Her face is a mix of fear and determination, and when she finally speaks, it's laced with something darker.
"Och aye, och aye!" she murmurs, her eyes distant, like she's seein
