“Princess!”
Come on, Caoimhe.
You can do this.
You're not there.You're here.
And you will die if you don't snap back into this moment!
Almost like her mother was right there, chastising her, but it was a mix of her mother and Bianca and herself, trying to make her focus.
To be who she needed to be.
“Caoimhe London Montgale Bron!Future leader of the Terrans!And the biggest brat I’ve ever known,” Veta yelled, each word getting louder.
Caoimhe blinked.Met Veta’s gaze.“I’m sorry.I…”
Finally, she was able to move again."I--"
Veta grabbed her hand.“We have to save you.”She turned to Eleanor.“Both of you princesses.”
She pulled her over to the nearest escape pod.
“There is only room for one,” Caoimhe said, glancing inside the tiny ship.That was going to save them?It was so small, they all couldn't fit in there.
“We all get pods,” Freya said and glanced at Veta.“Right?”
Veta nodded.“We can do this.Land your pods.They’re stocked with survival gear.Stay in contact.We’ll get through this.”
Freya nodded.“We shall,” she said, though her voice revealed her fear.
“Head toward civilization,” Veta said.“Civilization means communication.Communication means we can reach each other.”
“And don’t lose your jewels,” Caoimhe said.
Veta stopped and stared at her.“What does that have to do with anything?”
“Our future depends on them.”
“On jewels?”
“Trust me,” Caoimhe said.She glanced at Veta.“You’re not the only one who thought this mission would fail.”She patted the necklace.“It is insurance.”
“Fine.Yes.Go.”Veta shoved her in.“Don’t lose your jewels, Imperial order.”
Caoimhe put her hand on Veta’s arm.“And you?”
“Don’t worry about me,” Veta replied as she shoved Caoimhe back into the pod and slapped the panel closed.
The pod immediately rocked backward into space, and she was in the stars.
In the silence.
And in the middle of battle.
