Fourteen
“What the hell are you playing at, woman?”
Daman strode into Arela’s office, Murdoch on his heels. He stopped at the desk, resting his knuckles on it and leaned in, his forehead almost touching Arela’s. Ryann, to one side, could smell the soap he’d used, just about masking his own odour.
“I’m looking over plans of Haven.”
And she was. With Ryann’s help, Arela was using the desk screen to assess weak spots in the outer structure. They were paying close attention to the Deck.
“You know what I mean. The evacuation.”
Arela stood up straight, giving Ryann a quick smile. They’d already discussed how they would deal with Daman, because there was no question of him agreeing to a retreat from Haven.
“Oh, that.”
“Yes. That!”
Arela shrugged. “It’s protocol. If a situation becomes un
