“Tilkmos!”
Adalard cursed when he hit his head on the cabinet. Lifting a wary hand, he rubbed the tender spot and sent another wave of healing energy over it. This was the third time he had hit his head because of his distracted thoughts.
“Adalard! I found something,” Samara called out with excitement.
He gripped the cabinet and carefully stood up, stretching his back to relieve the muscle tension. His gaze swept over Samara. She was lying on her back with her knees up and her feet planted on the floor, with half of her body under a row of coolant piping for the starboard engine.
He moved until he was lying in a similar position next to her. It was a tight fit, but he was able to slide in far enough to see a two-foot glass cylinder attached to the back of the conduit.
Each end of the
