Her words were laced with bitterness, her fists tightening at her sides as she stared at the distant signatures. There was a palpable anger beneath the surface, a festering wound that had never healed.
I could already sense where this was going. "We don't have time to worry about them," I said, pulling the ship into a lower orbit. "If we linger too long, it's only a matter of time before things get… complicated."
The Blue Sun gave me a knowing look. "You think they've seen us?"
"Probably," I said with a shrug. "But with so much debris, corpses, and wreckage floating around, they'll likely think we're just more of the same. Random space junk."
"Even if they did see us," Tao Yang added, her voice cold, "they wouldn't dare to cross into this part of space. The Rakshasa and the First Borns are too great a threat. They wouldn't risk it."
