Page 122 of Seer Prophet

Which meant those orders could have come from just one place.

From one person.

Allie.

She’d ordered them to change course.

She’d ordered them to head for Dubai.

Remembering Terian’s words to her through the VR construct, Revik felt his molars grind in the back of his jaw, even as he caught hold of an oval, raised doorway and slid past a small group of laughing humans heading in the direction of the ship’s bow. Frowning, he glanced down another set of oval doors, then jumped through the last segment of that corridor.

He checked the blueprints briefly in his light.

Once he had, he shifted direction.

He exited the row of crew quarters seconds later.

He now aimed his feet down a narrow, gray-metal catwalk. It led towards the open area of the main hangars, a few floors above the hard deck. Seeing a few seers working on a portion of the electrical systems, possibly adding an organic component to one of the breakers, Revik kept a neutral expression on his face as he nodded to them.

He hoped they wouldn’t think anything of him being down here.

One problem with being who he was, they all recognized him.

Every person on this ship knew who he was.

Like they stared at Allie, they stared at him, too, although more looked away when they felt him notice.

They weren’t like that with his wife. Seers and humans tended to act more entitled when it came to the Bridge, he’d noticed. They didn’t just stare at her; sometimes they followed her. Some tried to touch her. He’d seen them stroking her hair, her clothes, touching her hands, her feet. Some wanted her to bless photos… or their children.

Most of the time Revik didn’t mind.

Right now, every goddamned thing made him fucking paranoid. He worried about sleeper agents, poison on strangers’ skin, organic weapons, assassins.

He worried about all of it.

Allie, apparently, worried about none of it.

She’d grab the hand of a complete stranger, hold it for minutes while she spoke to them, getting close enough it would be easy to kill her, even for a mediocre hunter.

Thinking of her, he fought to quell another surge of anger.

He knew it was irrational to blame her for this.

He knew it, but he didn’t fucking care.

At this point, she’d be lucky he didn’t lock her to the bed permanently.

Dubai. Jesus fucking Christ.

It was only the most heavily-guarded Shadow city in existence.

It was a fucking walled city, filled with agents of the Dreng.

His jaw hardened more. He grabbed hold of a support strut and swung around a narrow corner on the upper catwalk, walking faster towards the stairs at the other end. She’d ordered them to plan an op for Dubai. She’d done it after Terian told her to go there.

FuckingTerryasked her to go. Had she lost her goddamned mind?

Why didn’t she just hand Lily over to Shadow right now?

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