| Escaping Eden By Danielle Devon |
the trigger as a tear rolled down her cheek. “If you
will not take me to her, then you are of no use to
me.”
“Do it then,” he urged. “Pull the trigger because
even if I wanted to help you, I couldn’t.”
The Charger wavered in her hand, and then she
dropped it to her lap, bowed her head, and sobbed
quietly. He watched her for a moment, her shoulders shaking slightly, a small whimper slipping out
from between her lips. He wanted to reach out for
her, to rest his hand on her shoulder, even to draw
her into his embrace to comfort her.
“Maybe there is something I can do,” he said at
last.
She lifted her head, her watery eyes searching his
face. “You will help me?”
“There are some people I could contact but not
from here. We have to get to Eden Prime.”
She nodded and punched the coordinates into the
console. She lowered the Charger and slipped it
into the holster at her side.
***
Her Drakon authorization code granted them immediate docking clearance. She did not want to
think about what would happen to her when she
returned to Drakon, and the Council discovered
what she had done. Whatever the price, it would
be worth finding her sister.
She released the hatch and climbed from the ship,
Trave falling in step behind her. They headed from
the adjacent hanger, wound their way through the
port halls, and stepped into the sunlit city beneath
the protective glass dome.
“I’ll have to go to the Federation embassy,” Trave
said, nodding to the towering building off the main
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thoroughfare.
She followed him, stopping short of the glass
doors framing the embassy.
“Wait here,” he instructed.
She nodded and watched as he swept through the
doors, flashing his badge at the desk attendant
and then disappearing beyond a set of unmarked
doors.
Satal watched the people of Eden Prime wander
in and out of the shops and buildings that ringed
the huge stone courtyard. They all seemed oblivious to the harsh realities in the black beyond their
own world. A twinge of jealousy stabbed at her
heart. How easy life here must be, no death, no
destruction, no causalities of war.
“Satal?”
She turned at the mention of her name to find a
uniformed human crossing the distance to her.
“If you’ll come with me, Captain Macon is waiting.”
She reached for the Charger at her hip, only to
find the holster empty. It lay on the console of her
ship following Eden Prime’s strict rules on weaponry. She nodded at last and stepped through the
doors of the human embassy.
She followed her escort down a long and twisted
hallway, unmarked doors flanking either side. Finally he paused, opened one of the doors and she
followed him inside.
She cast a glance around the empty room. “Where
is Trave?”
Her escort said nothing as he turned, stepped into
the hallway, and slammed the door shut behind
him.
Satal jerked on the door handle and found it