Chapter 27

Mark’s answer was both quiet and direct, “Tonas’s and Jonal’s people, the Sarrans, brought us the vaccine and antidote.” He continued, “Three cycles ago the same aliens that attacked Earth attacked Sarran.”

Anya’s body slammed back into the pillows, pulled under by a wave of grief and anguish. She smelled smoke and charred metal, a memory that wasn’t hers. Tonas’s chest heaved. His normal golden skin tone paled to a ghostly white. Jonal trembled. Her mind was awash in a sea of anger, guilt and despair. Then her vision cleared as the men at her side regained control. Anya knew she had some latent empathic ability; it was one of the reasons she became a physician. But that had been strong, beyond anything she had ever receivedbefore.