“Shouldn’t we be going up?” I ask as we descend on a gravLift deeper into the heart of the mountain citadel’s prison. “Or is there a lower hangar bay?” “Good guess, sir,” Trigg says, impressed. “We’ve got a ship waiting.” Holiday pops her gum. “Trigg, you’ve got some brown on your nose. Just…there.” “Oh, shut your hole. I’m not the one who blushed when he was naked.” “Sure about that, kiddo?
