Chapter Eight: The Wormhole
Kia slept like a babe and made it to the communal room in time to catch Navagi’s instructions.
“We enter the wormhole today. Remember to eat a light breakfast—”
“Or none,” someone cracked, and a ripple of laughter followed.
“Or none, as you prefer,” Nagavi continued with a slight grin at the morning meeting. “There’s no lunch, rest this afternoon, and I’ll be along to administer your dose of seds this evening. Questions? Nope? Okay, dismissed.”
As she slid into her seat, a vague memory of gas hissing and watching her fellow prisoners surfaced, and she remembered the lad’s face she’d traveled with from Emankora but not his name. She wondered where he was and whether he was alive. Hopefully whatever method of sedation the Chenjerai used was kinder because the
