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I noticed one of the scientists stop to look at me as I ascended the stairs. I was certain it was Junic but I wouldn’t look her in the eye. She might recognize my fear. Her eyes followed me as we ascended the stairs.
We reached the top and Trayem listened to the scientists below. None followed us.
Then he reached for the door handle that would take us into the apartment. He eased it open just a crack and peered through it to the room beyond.
It was dark and I couldn’t make out anything but darkness and shadows.
Trayem gave me a nod, took my hand, and led me inside.
He shut the door silently behind us and crossed the front room.
It was pitch black and I couldn’t make out much of the interior. I had never been in this room before and it was all new to me.
With the moonlight streaming through the large windows at the back of the room, I could pick out the skeletal outline of some of the items.
The room was arranged into sections. A large coffee table sat in the middle with a pair of sofas on either side, and a small number of chairs arranged around the outside. A large desk had been pushed against the wall on the right. They were very comfortable surroundings that could only be the supervisor’s quarters.
Trayem either had better eyesight than me or had memorized the layout of the room already.
I stumbled in the pitch darkness as we crossed the space one step at a time.
I hindered him, feeling at the darkness with my feet before giving up and following Trayem, trusting he knew his way through this invisible assault course.
We approached a doorway at the far end of the room.
Outside the broad windows, I could make out what we were heading towards. The shuttlecraft sat parked on the outstretched metal arm of the launch pad.
The means to escape had been this close the entire time?
Was that how Ivy had escaped with her fated mate?
I recalled the story of how a shuttlecraft took off soon after they were declared missing.
Could this be my means of escape too?
Trayem came to an abrupt stop and I bumped into him. He spun around and placed a hand over my mouth to prevent me from making a sound.
His face was so close, almost pressed against the other side of his hand.
He stood there, listening, straining to hear something I hadn’t, or perhaps couldn’t.
He even stopped breathing as it was causing too much noise.
Then I heard it.
A rustling of clothing.
It hadn’t been caused by either of us.
Trayem threw out an arm and it collided with something that blurred in the moonlight.
Another blur and Trayem caught it on his forearm again.
Then another swipe.
Were there two adversaries?
Three?
