Chapter 127

Chapter One Hundred Twenty-Seven

If the sled moved even a little bit slower, Connor was sure he’d become sick. As it was, the sensation of imminent doom built and built inside his head, and his stomach shot bitter bile up the back of his throat.

Elise giggled over the hum. “It’s faster than anything I’ve ever seen.”

And it was, because no one actually ever saw faster-than-light travel.

Somehow, the vehicle not only kept them securely in place but kept an atmospheric bubble around them filled with surprisingly fresh air, otherwise, they would’ve found it hard to breathe.

Still, the sense of motion—the awareness of motion—was intense.

Walls whipped past.

When they came to the room with the serpent carcass, the vehicle climbed over the corpse and the rocks and shot up vertically through the hole in the ceiling.

At that moment, with the blur of the room and the snake barely registering, Connor actually felt the pressure of something moving him.