Chapter 13
- She looked at me then to Troy.
- “Told you it’s not easy to explain.” He said quietly.
- Crissy knelt on her chair and leaned on the table to look at me. “They ported you here.” She nodded. “Transported.” She frowned, “I don’t think you can bring a car.” Turning to Victor, she tilted her head to the side. “Can you? You do bring weapons made of metal—so a car might…”