Still locked in the remnants of deep, deep sleep, she felt a surge of fear that went slow and powerful down her legs, bounced against her soles, rose again in a mighty tsunami of terror that blasted her out of her paralysis. She flung her body out of the bed, landing on the floor, hopelessly tangled in the blanket. Grey laughed. Aleytys was angry at first, then she relaxed and laughed with him. “I should have known. Give me a hand.” “I didn’t intend to wake you.” She yawned and stumbled back into bed. “I wish you hadn’t.” He draped his shipsuit over the chair and slid into bed beside her, pulling her against him so that she lay curled up and warm, her head on his shoulder. “I got hold of the ship. And the other Hunters.” “Mmmm.” Her eyes drooped closed as she drifted back asleep, his voice a droning in the background of her mind. “They know about the Director … they’ll wait … watch … hope …” When she woke again, he was lying on his stomach beside her, breathing heavily through his mouth, his coarse black hair flopping into his eyes.
