"Get him to the transport," I order, my voice shaking but carrying the absolute authority of the Luna. "Now."
They hustle Asher onto a secondary stretcher. He doesn't fight them, but as they lift him, he reaches out, his small hand grabbing my fingers. I’m solid, Mama, he projects, his mental voice steady, grounding me even as the medics load him into the waiting UN stealth helicopter. I’m solid.
I know, baby, I reply, letting them wrap me in the thermal blanket and guide me toward the chopper. I know.
The UN stealth transport is a flying medical bay.
I sit in the rear compartment, an IV drip pumping warm saline and heavy antibiotics into my vein. The thermal blanket is wrapped tight around my shoulders, but I am still shivering, my skin pale and blue-tinged. Across the aisle, Kade is
