Unlike the silence of the pod, which was broken only by the pods own humming, Dakarai’s head was full of tumultuous, confused thoughts.
They’d looked. They’d kept looking. They hadn’t given up.
The last few days…or was it weeks? He wasn’t sure. Either way, it had been a seriously unpleasant blur.
He’d hurt Zara. He glanced sideways at her, perched nervously on the comfortably worn seat beside him. That had been the start of the downward spiral.