The mood shifted again—tightening like a net pulled snug around something no one could quite see. The kind of tension that signaled intent, not just curiosity.
Lucas stood, one hand still wrapped around Ava's as he did, and the ease in his posture now was the kind of calm that meant everything was already in motion.
"We're leaving in the morning," he said, addressing the room without ceremony. "First stop is the Dust Market. Then the clinic."
"You think the scientist in the market still has the drive?" Keel asked, adjusting his sleeve. "I've heard people get greedy there. And dead."
Lucas nodded once. "He's greedy, but not stupid. I already sent word. I'll make a trade he won't refuse."
"And if he does?" Cassi asked, draining the last of her drink.
Lucas smirked. "Then Ava gets to show off again. Education for all."
Elias exhaled slowly. "And the second one? The medic?"
