Chapter Forty-Three
Klementinum Complex, Praha 1
Aviary woke to find Marcela standing over her.
‘I’m surprised you’re alive,’ the Separatist commander said.
Aviary touched her neck. It was bandaged on both sides. ‘Yeah, that makes two of us.’
Marcela crouched down. ‘How do you feel?’
‘Woozy. And … discombobulated. I swear that’s a real word in English. Uh, how long have I been out?’
‘I do not know. We found you ten minutes ago.’
Aviary’s neck was on fire, but the burn had been numbed by something—maybe morphine. A Separatist was kneeling beside her with a backpack of medical supplies; there was an IV line in her arm connected to what she guessed to be a saline bag.
She was right where she’d been when she passed out, resting against the wall of an old library, only now Hal was gone
