Theodora’s POV

My heart was still pumping wildly, stuck in fight or flight as I stepped into the side door of the barn. A stack of scrap from Peacemaker piled in the corner. The smell of oil and hay. Peacemaker barely fit under the high ceilings. My dad typically worked on smaller crafts, but thankfully there was enough room to get the job done.

And his hydrolift was strong enough to prop our ship a few feet in the air.

Sparks flew from underneath the ...