“Maybe you just weren’t paying attention,” Peter responded.
Tate’s eyes narrowed. It was possible. At the time, she’d been so concerned with what Christopher was up to that she’d never spared a thought for this man.
“You killed Christopher,” Tate accused.
Not only that, she now suspected he was the architect behind several of Christopher’s actions.
“I haven’t seen Christopher since he hit me on the back of the head after our encounter with the guardian of the Catsinth desert.”
“And yet I saw you break him out of prison.”
Peter scoffed. “That wasn’t me. You should know by now that Nathan has someone who can change his appearance, or have you forgotten the last few hours already?”
“Or maybe you’re lying,” Night snarled.
Peter’s shoulders bent. “I wouldn’t have killed Christopher. You may not believe me, but we were friends.”
“You’re right. I don’t believe you.” Tate changed the subject. “Where are we?”
“The tunnels under Aurelia.”
It looked like her suspicions had been right.
“Why would you seek sanctuary in a place where Ai has eyes and ears everywhere?”
It was only a matter of time before the minor goddess realized they were in her domain. Their chances of winning against her on her home territory were close to zero.
All the more reason Peter’s choice of places to lie low confused her.
“We’re in a dormant section of the original ship. She won’t know we’re here because for her this place simply doesn’t exist,” Peter explained.
“A dead spot,” Tate said slowly.
“Yes,” Peter agreed. “My guess is it’s a remnant from the war between the Saviors and Creators. A last-ditch fail-safe in the event they lost the rest of the ship to their enemy but didn’t have time to evacuate.”
Tate couldn’t help but agree. It sounded like a tactic one of those four would have come up with.
Tate stroked Rath’s back, crooning to him. “From your presence I can only assume Ryu is alive.”
“From what my equipment tells me, he and the rest were captured and transported to the ship’s command center,” Peter said.
Tate set Rath on the bed next to her and scooted to the edge.
“What are you doing?” Peter asked.
“I’m going to go rescue them.”
They had an advantage now. Nathan probably assumed Tate was dead or incapacitated. He never would have guessed one of their med beds was still active.
Even if he did, it would have been virtually impossible for them to repair such a severe wound. If the relic hadn’t been capable of stopping the bleeding and assisting in the repair, Tate likely would have expired.
“Are you insane?” Peter demanded.
“It never fails to surprise me how often I get asked that.”
Night’s expression was almost comical as he nodded seriously.
Tate grimaced as she stretched one foot to the ground and stood, wobbling slightly before catching herself on the bed.
