Chapter 35: Going to kill thousands of humans

"This can't be happening." What if Ter was in a building he bombed? She'd never forgive him for that. Yet she couldn't imagine a life without him in it. She needed to talk to him. Maybe now that he was calm, he'd listen to reason. She walked to the door and frowned when it wouldn't open.

"Let me out. Let me out right now." She would've liked to hammer her fists against the wall, but was afraid the ship would suck in her hands. She shuddered at the thought.

Hours later, the door still didn't open, and Balthazar hadn't come to her. She sat on the bed, alternately fuming and wanting to vomit with fear. Was this her punishment for enjoying the food in the mess hall now that they had a decent cook? For taking pleasure in the discussions with the cyborgs, enjoying making love with Balthazar, while Ter was enduring slavery.