Low vibrations came from him whenever anyone approached, but his growls were loud to my acute senses. I placed a hand on his back to ease his nerves. By the time we reached our building, Living Module Seven, my anxiety had flared into mild panic. Tor hadn’t spoken more than a few monosyllabic words, and Lock was either a terrible threat or our best friend. I wasn’t sure. The front door of LM7 led into a large empty space. Gray benches and dim lights lined the perimeter. This was not a place to congregate. Lock walked through the center of the room, toward a wall with a thin black square hovering above the floor. It was similar to the platform that had transported us to the camp but smaller and quieter. While stepping up onto the square, Lock gestured for us to join him. “Everyone is still out,” he said. “I’ll show you your room and then go find Lace.” “Why?” I rolled my eyes. “Because she lives here, too, and giving her some notice that you’re in our pod might make life a little easier.”
