Wirr shook his head. “There’s no time.” He rubbed his forehead. “Though it means that when they find the bodies, they’ll think we did this.” Davian shrugged. “It’s not like they can execute us more.” Wirr gave a slightly hysterical giggle at that, and suddenly they were both snorting with fits of nervous laughter, relief and shock finally finding an outlet. They were still chuckling when, from the darkness behind them, there was yet another flash of light.
