She hoped that the familiarity of the room would bring a measure of comfort. A futile hope, she well knew and, judging by the angry faces turned toward her, a wasted hope. She stood facing them, grateful for the support of Bree, by her side. Lord Barid, of whose presence she’d requested, had refused to attend. In fact, he’d been adamantly opposed to her decision of total disclosure, citing such an act would bring down unrest and trouble on their heads. Didn’t he realise they were already neck deep in trouble? Rather surprisingly, when she’d spoken of her intentions it had been Commander Dyrke who’d sided with her. And Sherise still didn’t know quite what to make of that; a military warrior born and bred would have been all for keeping the passengers, and crew for that matter, in the dark and thus easier to control. ‘I don’t understand,’ said Maureen Adams, wringing her hands together as she stared almost imploringly at Sherise. ‘How could this have happened?’ ‘Yeah!
