Chapter 23

Shanley nods. “Those were part of it, near

the end.”

Dylan hugs me tighter, his breath ticklish

on my neck. “I remember those,” he says softly. “Not exactly what

Ilike to swallow, though, if you catch my drift.”

I do so I hit his arm and he laughs, but

Shanley ignores his suggestive tone, thank God. “For a while there

it was touch and go,” he says. “Too many people dying from mutated

strains of germs we conquered decades ago. The mandatory

hemothermal sterilization procedures got rid of most of that threat

before we were even born, and then the medicine cleaned up the rest

of it. We’ve still got an HTS onboard—all ships with a med lab are

required to be equipped with one, even now. But if we’re going to

run everyone through these processes, we should get started soon.

Twelve hours?” I nod, and he shakes his head. “That’s barely enough

time.”

“Why would they want us to go through

all this trouble?” Dylan asks, looking at the sheet in my