Chapter 36

The blasters clicked, and a sonic explosion burst from the triplets' stolen blasters. Anya's victim fell to the floor in a twisting, spiraling motion.

Rhea's victim did the same. Between them, the Dialorian Skyla shot body slammed forward.

"Ours did a corkscrew," Rhea joked.

They shared a few giggles.

"What did we do?" Anya murmured.

Their laughter thinned as it reached the ceiling. They stared at the lifeless bodies that lay between them, Hunley, Brade, Sariah, and the adults.

"We killed them," Skyla said with a sniffle.

"They were the bad guys," Rhea pointed out.

"What if they didn't want to be?" Anya said, brushing a year from her cheek. "What if the Dialorians forced them?"

Darrion sidestepped between the bodies.

"You did the right thing," she assured the triplets, "but it might make you sad for a while."

"Why?" Anya questioned.

Her eyes widened, and she fixated on Darrion's face.