All she could sense was pressure and pain. There was a loud noise, and she jumped, frightened the ship was crashing again. She opened her eyes, expecting to find darkness and danger, but instead, she saw a man’s angular face. He had on a bright yellow helmet and peered at her with the darkest eyes she’d ever seen, long black lashes curving around them. His caramel skin seemed to glow in some sort of diffused light from overhead. How could there be light inside the ship? Did that mean they’d survived? “Mat!” Cara called out for her brother, and the man narrowed his eyes. “You’re safe,” he assured her as he moved to let someone else, also in a yellow helmet, duck beside him. “What’s your name?” “Mat!” Cara wanted to hear her brother’s voice. She didn’t care if he cried or screamed she just wanted some indication he was alive. “You’re going to be fine, Mat. All your vitals are steady and within normal parameters.” The man didn’t quite smile at her. Cara tried to shake her head, but the foam held her too tightly.
