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theory. But her high school physics teacher had described them best. She’d told them to think of the universe
     as a towel. Wring the towel and certain parts touched where they wouldn’t normally do so. Those new connections were the spatial
     equivalent of three-dimensional wormholes. Hyperspace.
    Without a map, the
Draco
could end up anywhere.
    Starlight streaked across the viewscreen, and the
Draco’
s hull groaned in protest. Deck vibrations radiated through her shoes and into her bones. Someone shut off the ringing alarm.
    Gray frowned over his console’s readings. “The forward bulkhead’s starting to collapse.”
    Vivianne held her breath.
    “I’m rerouting power to the shields.” Jordan reconfigured the systems, his hands a blur over the touch screen.
    Gray glared at his monitor. “That worked, but we just overloaded the power grid.” Sirens blared once again. A panel popped
     open and sparks hissed, a bulkhead light exploded, and the plastic shattered.
    “Engines are running hot,” Sean said.
    “We have bigger problems,” Jordan muttered.
    Bigger problems than being without a working engine? Bigger problems than a collapsing hull?
    “What’s wrong?” Vivianne was certain they were going to die.
    “We’re on a collision course.” Jordan peered straight at the viewscreen.
    “With what?” Vivianne asked.
    Up ahead, a cluster of objects headed straight at them. At hyperspeed, even if the objects were dust particles, they’d slice
     through their hull like a knife through butter. And these were way bigger than dust particles. To the naked eye, they looked
     about half the size of the
Draco.
    “Get us out of hyperspace,” Vivianne ordered.
    “We’ll wipe out our power reserve,” Sean warned.
    “Do it,” Jordan agreed.
    Gray made the adjustments. Jordan coordinated the controls. And they popped out of hyperspace. The stars stopped streaking.
     Space looked normal. Too bad they’d lost power and gravity again—which left the
Draco
tumbling.
    Vivianne clutched at the console but missed. She ended up floating halfway between the two decks. Gray reached to tug her
     down.
    Jordan shook his head. “Leave her. She can’t cause trouble up there.”
    Vivianne struggled but failed to reach a bulkhead. “I’m not the one who launched this ship and almost got us blown up. Or
     who shot us into hyperspace.”
    “No, you just sent us into the wrong damn wormhole,” he drawled.
    “You’re accusing me?” Outrage almost choked her. “I haven’t so much as touched one control.”
    “True,” he admitted. “But when you knocked into my hand, we vectored off course. We’re now thousands of light-years away from
     Earth.”
    A few thousand… light-years? She twisted in midair to peer out the viewscreen, but nothing looked familiar. Earth was gone.
     So was the sun. Mouth dry, she forced out the words. “Where are we?”
    “Damned if I know.” Jordan brought up several familiar star systems seen from Earth and tried to place them over the ones
     shining through the viewscreen, but clearly nothing matched. “I set our coordinates for Pentar.”
    “Pentar?” Where had she heard that name? It was hard to think when she was spinning in midair. But suddenly it came to her.
     “Earth’s intel from Honor had said Pentar’s the last reported position of the Holy Grail.”
    “If we were anywhere near Pentar, the Staff would lead us straight to the Grail. But we’re nowhere near it,” Jordan mumbled.
    Ice stabbed her spine and chilled her bones, even as sweat trickled under her arms. Pentar was in Tribe territory. Did Jordan
     intend to steal the
Draco
and hand it over to the enemy?
    In all fairness, she supposed he still could be adhering to the
Draco’
s original mission—heading to Pentar to steal the Holy Grail back from the Tribes. But she couldn’t ignore the fact that the
Draco
was being powered by an alien artifact, heading into enemy territory, and captained by a man with a