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themselves at her boyfriend, no matter how much she believes him when he says he loves her. “If we stay together, this is what my life is going to be like, isn’t it?” I swivel my head to look at Haydn. “Girls trying to elbow me out of the way to get to him. Women pawing at him everywhere we go.” I chew on the inside of my cheek, more pissed than I’d care to admit.
“What do you mean, if you stay together?” He risks a quick glimpse at me.
I support my head against the side window. “Everything’s up in the air, Haydn. I barely know what’s going to happen tomorrow let alone next month or next year. And who knows what’s going to happen with the Amaretti and the Tor,” I say, leaning forward and staring out at the sparkling lights of the alien craft illuminating the nighttime sky. A customary shiver whips through me.
Haydn’s lack of response is telling, and it does nothing to appease the expanding knot in my stomach. He remains quiet the rest of the journey. Even quieter than normal. Somehow, I seem to have transferred my sullen mood to him.
Fern smothers me in a hug the minute we appear at the table, and I linger for longer than my usual two seconds. I’ve missed my friend.
Fern had to return to her sector after she arrived back from Thalassic City. While she didn’t secure an administration position in Government Buildings, she and Rylan were appointed to a special mixed-species project team. They are responsible for traveling around the factories and talking to them about “The Experimento” and the natural integration between our two kinds. It’s not ideal, but it’s better than returning to her monotonous factory life. Some of the normal restrictions have been revoked, so we can stay in regular contact.
Neve and Alex are the last to join us. Once we are all seated, we place our orders and chat among ourselves. “So, Fern, what’s the latest from the factories? What’s the mood like?” I ask as I take a noisy slurp of my soda.
Fern and Rylan exchange wary expressions. “It’s not going well. At all,” she cryptically replies.
Rylan presses his elbows into the table and tilts forward. “The upper and middle classes may be throwing adoring arms around the crown prince and Dante, but the stars are not proving easy to win over.” He flicks strands of light brown hair out of his eyes.
“That’s the understatement of the year,” Fern adds, linking her fingers with his. “They are naturally suspicious of any ally of the governments, and the only reason they aren’t organizing full-scale riots is the tiny matter of those nasty alien ships sucking up our airspace. People are scared, and at this minute the Saven and the government are the lesser evil, so that’s the only way we’re being tolerated. But it’s tense, and you can tell people aren’t really buying into what we’re telling them.”
“There are rumors flying around about Sector Twenty.” Rylan’s eyes meet mine, and Haydn and Neve trade startled looks. Fern and Alex frown in confusion.
“What’s being bandied about?” I ask, trying to quell my rising nausea.
“People want to know why some of their family members are being taken there,” Fern says.
I sit up ramrod straight. “What?” My panicked eyes flit to Haydn. Logan didn’t mention anything about this.
“And why some of them are returning home and others are being kept. Not only that, the people returning home appear to have no knowledge of what transpired when they got there, even though some of them were gone for days,” she supplies.
An uneasy tension settles over the table.
“You know what they’re doing there, don’t you?” Fern directs that question at me, but there’s no malice behind her words. Only morbid curiosity.
“Partly,” I whisper. Under the table, Haydn takes my hand and my fingers thread gratefully with his.
“Is this something to do with what you told me that day in the auditorium?” She’s referring to the last