The next evening, a large Saelis ship had drifted toward Mayvel and Wix, hovering almost within firing range of the two planets. Wide-scale panic had thrown everyone into chaos. Hybrid murders escalated. Mind-I malfunctions increased. This was it - the end of the Black War, and we might only have a few hours to stop the likely outcome. Maybe less.
Underneath the shocked murmurs from those sitting around the dining room gurney, Parker's ship's engines purred. Finally, we were up in the air again, rising slowly off Mayvel away from the Saelises' ship and toward the relative safety of space. Yet my chest still constricted with the weight pressing on humanity, and the truth I hadn't shared. I would, as soon as Moon divulged her grand plan for defeating the Saelises.
"Shit," Moon announced as though that would somehow solve everything.
"Sorry?" Mase pushed his empty dinner plate away and crossed his arms over his tight black thermal. Only he could eat at a time like this.