Chapter 17

"Don't kill her. We need her alive."

The voices sounded so close. Ghwenn closed her eyes and held her breath. Stilled the rapid flutter of her heart. Quiet down.

Everything inside her slowed.

The thick cloak she wore would hide her body heat, the threads of plumbum blocking any signals from penetrating. The fabric also masked her shape, so even if they did notice her, they might not realize she was who they looked for.

The steps moved away, and Ghwenn let out a pent-up breath. Close. Close to being captured and so close to escape.

She couldn't waste time. Every moment could mean the chance between success and failure. She needed to flee. Now. And not just this city, the planet.

The port for the ships visiting La'zuun was massive, the Bazzr Port one of twelve on the planet and busy. Ships constantly landed and left, a steady stream of traffic she hoped to use to her advantage.