53: Ryann
Ryann
Strange, Ryann thought as she headed back to the dig, how comfortable she felt in the caverns now. Or maybe it wasn’t so strange. Moyna was relaxed, friendly company, and it was an escape, albeit temporarily, from the reminders of Kaiahive.
That was why she felt so unsettled in the corridors. There were all the sensors, and the guards, and the other Kaiahive workers shuffling around. Whenever she was back in the corridors—walking to and from either the labs or her room—she felt the urge to run. Yet whenever she came to the edge of her allowed range, when she approached a sealed door or a section of corridor she didn’t have access to, her stomach twisted.
It had happened a couple of hours ago, as she stood at that junction, once more focusing on Piran’s slowly fading
