BTS Book Reviews Issue 18 | Page 74

| Escaping Eden By Danielle Devon | hand as if it were a plaything. “You prefer I left you to the soldiers?” “No, I . . . I just don’t understand.” Satal shrugged her shoulders. “If I left you, they would kill you. So I brought you here.” Trave blew out a heavy breath and leaned his head back against the metal wall. His head hurt, and it made his thoughts cloudy. “What now?” “We get you home.” He cast a cautious glance at her. Could he trust her? What were the chances that a Drakon would actually help him when their people had spent the last five years killing each other? “Why?” She drew in a shaky breath, “Because sometimes the Fates have other plans.” *** “This is never going to work.” Trave eyed the busy port from the shadows. More than a dozen Drakons wove in and out of a sea of grounded spacecrafts. Satal smiled at him weakly from behind one of the large pillars. “You’re not claustrophobic, are you?” “This is never going to work,” he said again. “Trust me,” she flashed him a dazzling smile “When I give you the signal, you climb into that crate right there. You see the one marked with the Drakon seal?” He started to protest, but Satal was already walking toward one of the fighters. He moved deeper into the shadows and considered the lunacy of what he was about to do. Hide in a crate and sneak onto a Drakon ship. It was insane, but it was also the only way off this godforsaken rock. She moved with ease and confidence, casting sweet smiles at every Drakon she passed. They returned her smile but didn’t seem to give her sudden appearance in the hangar a second thought. She crossed to a tall, dark-skinned Drakon in uniform and greeted him with a kiss on the cheek. Trave’s stomach tightened as the uniformed Drakon put his hand over hers. She cast a glance over her shoulder and gave him a nod. Trave took that as the signal, drew in a deep breath, and told himself it was now or never. Quietly and quickly he made his way to the crate, lifted the lid, and climbed inside. It was dark and cramped and didn’t appear to have any air holes. He prayed Satal would return, and he wouldn’t suffocate in this dark and empty box. *** “No, why?” Trave groaned. “You’ve got to be kidding me?” Trave had no idea how long he had been in the crate before he finally heard voices. It could have been minutes or hours for time seemed to stand still in the darkness. Her brow furrowed, “What is kidding?” “Da kasta emplem ehana tu,” he heard Satal say. “It means you can’t be serious.” “En tu,” came the reply. “Oh yes,” she beamed. “I am serious.” The crate lifted, and Trave shifted with it. He couldn’t discern which way he was moving, but moments later, he and the crate fell to the floor She nodded to one of the large crates just a few feet in front of them. 74 | www.BTSeMag.com