Between Burning Worlds by Jessica Brody

Author:Jessica Brody [Brody, Jessica & Rendell, Joanne]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Simon Pulse
Published: 2020-03-24T00:00:00+00:00

- CHAPTER 37 -

MARCELLUS

MARCELLUS COULDN’T BREATHE. THE TRAFALGAR 4000 hung above the voyageur, vast and menacing and hungry, looking like it might swallow them whole. In one gulping second, they would be gone. Consumed, chewed, and digested inside the gigantic warship. Marcellus had learned about these types of Albion spacecraft during his training at the Ministère. He knew of their might and their power. And now, as he stared up at the beast of a warship, it felt as though every molecule of oxygen in the flight bridge was being sucked out into space.

“Oh my Sols! We’re going to die!” someone screamed behind him. He was fairly certain it was Gabriel. But it sounded like it was coming from galaxies away, drowned out by the sound of the warship’s colossal engines humming just outside the window.

Whomp.

Whomp.

Whomp.

But Marcellus knew he had to be imagining it. There was no sound in space. No engines whirring. No weapons firing.

No screams.

“We’re not going to die!” Cerise shouted back at Gabriel. “Stop panicking.”

“Stop panicking?! Have you looked outside the window?”

“How did they even find us?” Alouette asked. Marcellus could feel her presence behind him. Serene and composed, even in the face of this catastrophe.

Meanwhile, Marcellus felt as though his entire body was shutting down. One essential organ at a time. He still hadn’t brought himself to move, speak, breathe. He stood motionless at the window, trying desperately to come up with a plan. A strategy. Something! But his mind was as empty as the endless void of space outside.

“I don’t know!” Cerise cried. “But now they’ve taken control of the navigation system.”

Just then, the voyageur lurched beneath their feet, knocking them all off balance. Marcellus reached out to steady himself before whipping his gaze back to the window. His chest squeezed.

The Trafalgar.

It was getting closer.

“They’re pulling us in.” Cerise voiced his fear.

Gabriel let out another yelp. “They’re what?”

“Will you stop whining!” Cerise shouted. “You are the most unsmooth criminal I’ve ever met. How have you ever managed to steal anything?!”

“What do we do?” Alouette asked.

Marcellus was still too numb to speak, but he knew the answer.

Nothing.

There was nothing to do now. They were flying in Albion airspace on a Laterrian ship. They were being reeled in by a Trafalgar 4000, like a tiny fish on a line, and soon they would be captured. They would stand trial. They would be convicted as spies, and they would spend the rest of their lives in “The Tower,” Albion’s infamous prison, rotting in one of its dank and pitch-black cells.

And his grandfather would win.

Just as he always did.

Cerise prodded frantically at the controls on the console. Alouette stood beside her, her steady gaze trying to follow Cerise’s rapidly moving hands. Marcellus turned toward the hologram map in the center of the bridge, which now showed their ship, caught between the Asteroid Channel and the planet of Albion.

“I can’t do anything,” Cerise said. “They’ve completely locked us out. Even the backup nav systems have been overridden.”

“This is it!” Gabriel cried, frantically pacing the length of the bridge like a mad man.

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