Andrea sat in the darkness of her tent, belly squirming, trying to think tactically.

The Ethlek had put her under tent-arrest. Trals had abandoned her. Why had she ever trusted that dickhead? When was she going to learn?

Around and around her thoughts scampered, while outside the tent, people shouted and stomped. Andrea squinted, as if that would help her listen better.

That was the word for smoke. She knew the hell out of that word. And...enemy? Enemies? And ...