neck, her fingers. It felt good. Not that Cade had a real frame of reference. She had gotten so used to the clubâhands grabbing at her, eyes unpeeling her clothes. But this was different. Good-different. Knowing that Xan waited for her made it easier for Cade to keep walking, over and over the dunes.
âHey,â Cade said. She was the first to see it.
The spaceport rose from the sand like a radioactive wart. It was the only lit-up building for miles. The rest of Dana City was just a winking suggestion in the background. The spaceport was the thing.
She sent a beaming flash of it to Xan.
âHow do we get in?â Cade asked.
âYou think I donât have a plan for this?â Lee said, dropping to a knee in the sweat-cold sand. She seemed to take most things as challenges. And so far, sheâd risen to them all. But Cade still doubted that she could get them both off Andana without trouble.
âItâs against the law to be human and in the spaceport at the same time,â Cade said. âUnless youâre getting dumped here.â
âI know.â Lee rummaged in her pack. âIâm Human Express. Twelfth generation.â
With a winning smile and a flourish of the wrist, she shook out a uniformâthe blue and white of a spaceport worker. It unwrinkled and Cade saw that it had a thin plastic film attached that would turn human skin a pale blue. There was also an extra rolling eye that could be fitted with a bit of adhesive to the back of the neck. It was an outfit designed to make a human look like a Saea, one of the closest known species. The stitching across the breast pocket read SAEANNA .
âThis uniform is cargo class,â Lee said. âMakes it easier to lump around a bunch of stuff and pretend Iâm delivering it to someone else.â
âNice,â Cade said. âBut not really enough. Iâve never heard of a two-headed Saea, and the fit for both of us looks . . . snug.â She dropped down and sifted her fingers through the pack. âHave another one of those lurking around in here?â
âI used to.â Leeâs voice fell out of its usual rapid firing and dropped to a rare, slower pace Cade had heard only once before. âHad to stop carrying it around. Iâve covered this route alone for three years now.â
âYeah, well, thatâs how I usually work, too,â Cade said. âAlone.â
She snatched up Leeâs pack and started to walk toward the spaceport. The weight of it meant almost nothing to her arm muscles.
âWhat are you doing?â Lee asked, running after her and launching herself on Cadeâs back. âYou rot-faced, sour-livered spacecadet, give it back!â
Cade shook Lee off with a twitch of the shoulder and turned to face her. She dropped the pack in the sand and backed off. Leeâs storminess had returned full force. But this time Cade laughed.
âIâm just testing it,â she said.
âFor what?â Lee mumbled as she rubbed the sand off her pants and the side of her face.
âHow much it carries.â
Cade looked Lee over. Three full heads taller. But skinnier than she was, in every instance. A papery slip of a girl.
âYeah,â Cade said. âThis should do.â
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Cadeâdressed in a light blue skin and stuck with a bonus eyeâentered the spaceport by the maintenance door. She marveled at the number of nonhumans streaming up the glass concourses, down the glass stairs. She couldnât have imagined the number of ships they packed into one dome.
Another Saea stopped her halfway up the stairs. Rolled both eyes at herâthe two front ones, at least. It was a greeting. Cade rolled her eyes back.
âDo you know where youâre going?â the Saea asked.
Cade didnât nod. She didnât shake her head. She just looked up at him with her best, wide, Iâm-a-lost-little-girl eyes. Sheâd seen those work on
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