Chapter 53

Chapter Fifty-Three

Martienne’s cursing was the first clue Connor had that something was up. He stepped through the bridge hatch into a blistering string of what he thought might be French, but even in that dead language caught words that had survived.

They weren’t happy and pleasant words.

She twisted around, her face twisted in a scowl. “This is unbelievable.”

Armor clattering in his hand, he hurried forward to get a look over her shoulder.

His gut twisted in anxiety. They couldn’t afford more problems. He pulled up short when the main display flipped from a view of the night sky to a map of some sort.

The pilot pointed to the display. “Recognize this? Hm?”

“Should I?” Connor leaned closer to the image and caught a whiff of the medicine and blood smell coming off her.