Chapter 77

Syn took one more look around the small cabin. The com, a cross between an iPad and a TV- and hologram projector, told her that all of her belongings would be transported separately to her destination. She grabbed her purse, slung it over her shoulder, and took hold of the basket handle where Duchess had settled herself. Thank the stars she isn’t as heavy as Tigger. With her free hand she rubbed the nape of her neck. The headache and accompanying buzz in her ears had intensified over the last day or two. As a clinical psychologist, she diagnosed her condition as stress. When she finally met up with Anya, she was going to ask for some aspirin. She opened the cabin door and found the yeoman on guard. She sat down on the bunk and waited.

Syn knew that she would have to face Madelyn Dixon-Howard and it was enough to turn her stomach. Duchess jumped from the basket onto the bunk alongside of her and curled up in her lap.I wouldn’t be so calm if it weren’t for the cat.She thought back…