“Looks beautiful,” March says. “It’s completely you, Keri.”
“Thank you.” Her cheeks pink with delicate color as she turns toward him.
“What’s going on?” March asks.
I sigh. “I didn’t understand what I’d done the last time I was here.”
“When do you ever know what you’re doing, Jax?” Dina grins at me.
Jael surprises me—and evidently Dina as well, judging by her expression—by asking, “Need help?”
The merc risks his life by draping an arm about her shoulders. “Darling, I’m
expert
with my hands.”
“I deduced as much,” he tells me.
Doc breaks into a run. “Hurry, Jax. We don’t have much time.”
I do, and he seals the door. “You want to tell me what’s going on here?”
No wonder Keri said I came at a bad time.
“I guess jump research isn’t at your top priority at the moment.”
March is out there. Jael. Dina. March. I have to help them.
I stride over to the door, tap on the panel. “If it’s that bad, I should go see what I can do.”
“Then cure me. Or kill me. Because I can’t live like this.”
Soon as Doc looks away, l lunge toward the emergency
I hit the floor, expecting the roof to come down on me. “I didn’t know Lachion was prone to quakes.”
“It’s not,” Doc says grimly. “They’re bombarding us.”
Shit. We
did
come at a bad time.
“I guess we were lucky to land before they struck.”
“A fair number of Threshers would fit into the cargo hold,” he answers over his shoulder.