“All of them.” We shot out into black space and straight into chaos. Scythe fighters zoomed over and below us. Laser fire came from at least five directions. There was no way the queen would allow us to escape. A Starfighter and three traitors.
Jamie put us into a dive, and we all breathed a sigh of relief when the GravEx beam didn’t lock on and pull us back inside.
“Told you,” Trax said. “I wrecked that fuse array. Fucking wrecked it.”
“Well done.” I turned to Jamie. “You can’t fight them all.” I spared a glance at our passengers.
Jamie fired at a Scythe fighter, listening to me but clearly not giving a shit. She sent it spinning. With a twist of her wrist, she spun the Valor to avoid two incoming missiles. “You two figure out who the traitor is?”
“Yes, Starfighter. The queen shared that information with your bondmate.”
“Seriously? At dinner? That’s lame.” She fired once more, then pointed the Valor toward deep space. “Okay then. Let’s get the hell out of here.”