shell-shocked expression on her face.
âWhat happened?â Mac glanced at the silent group and then at Lizzie.
She gestured helplessly at the Nyrians crowded into the small space behind her. Mostly women, a few men, they huddled close to one another and stared anxiously at Mac and the others. Liz carefully placed the squirrel back into the tote bag and stood, folding her arms almost defensively across her chest.
She focused on Mac, her expression grim. âIt appears weâre going to have to move the rescue up a bit. According to these guys, the Gar are already on their way to destroy Earth.â
Well, thought Mac as, just a bit stunned, he gazed at the small crowd. At least now he knew what had stressed the power supply. He glanced over his shoulder at Dink, who stood by the door with a huge smile on his face.
âWhatâs so funny?â
âIâm just thinking about the story I get to tell. You know how I love a good story.â
âYeah. Right.â Mac shoved his fingers through his hair. âLetâs just hope thereâs a world left to tell it to.â
3
âM ir? Niah? But you just left my room!â Cameron shoved past Mac and reached for two absolutely gorgeous womenâone with flowing dark hair, deeply tanned skin, and eyes like the night, the other as fair and light as her partner was dark. âWhatâs going on?â
They each clutched a hand and snuggled close against Cam. He shot a quick glance at Mac and shrugged, then pulled both women even closer. He dipped his head close and kissed each one quickly, then whispered, âTell me what happened.â
The dark-haired beauty glanced at her fairer companion and, instead of answering Cam, slowly turned and focused on Mac. She took a deep breath. âI am Mir,â she said, bowing her head slightly. âThis is Niah. You are Mac. We know of you from Zianne. We had just returned to the ship and retrieved our soulstones when Nattoch instructed all of us to flee immediately for Earth. We were so surprised by his request as we had just returned. All he said was that we had to hurry because the Gar had begun the process of preparing the ship for travel. We have to assume they are planning to attack Earth sooner than expected.â
Her eyes were wide and filled with apprehension, though he didnât sense overwhelming fear. Mac could feel her resolve as well as the trust she had placed not only in Cameron, but in the entire team. She had no doubt they would be able to help her people.
He wished he felt as confident.
âOkay.â Shit. What now? Mac shot a quick look at Morgan, who was practically buried in frightened women. Was one of these terrified souls planning to teach him to disassemble? âLetâs get everyone moved to the lodge where we have more room to talk. But first, are any of you here to help Morgan and Finn with training?â
The Nyrians all glanced at one another, but only one woman spoke up. âNone of us, but . . .â
âTara?â Finn stepped past Mac and grabbed the redhead in both arms, hugging her tightly. âWhereâs Duran?â
âI donât know.â A sob broke through her words and she blinked rapidly. Did Nyrians cry? Mac wondered if she had any idea what tears were, if she was at all familiar with the emotions this human body was capable of, because she looked utterly confused by the moisture overflowing her eyes and running down her cheeks.
With one more deep breath, she appeared to get herself under control. Clutching Finnâs arms, she said, âNattoch told me to leave as soon as I retrieved my stone. I did not question him.â
âAre you all right?â
She nodded, but Mac watched the shimmer of tears that continued to spill from her brilliant green eyes. âIâm okay, Finn. I am, but Duran . . . heâs still on the ship. I was late for my shift and he had already turned over his stone and gone to the