Kellen bit back a grin at Dr. Alvin Snow’s play-by-play of the xenophysiology demonstration currently spotlighted in the dim theater-style classroom. His hushed delivery called to mind one of those fascinating televised nature programs, where the khaki-clad host hid in the bushes with a microphon...
Jasmine paused and took a deep breath before stepping through the infirmary door. No lights flashed. No alarms went off. No one called for her to be detained. The air whooshed out of her as she sagged slightly with relief. Then she noticed Shelley lying on one of the beds. At her side stood a tal...