The low hum of the Nova Sanctum's engines was the only sound on the bridge. They were cruising through the void, the aftermath of the battle with the Hunter leaving a heavy silence in its wake.
Lucian stood at the viewport, his arms crossed. The image of Lucy being ripped away was burned onto the back of his eyelids. But beneath the anger and the drive, a quieter, colder feeling had taken root. A prickle on the back of his neck. A sense of being studied.
"We're being watched," he said, his voice cutting through the quiet. He didn't turn from the stars.
"Scanners are clear," Reia replied from her station, not looking up from a data-stream of the Hunter's residual energy signature. "No ships, no energy trails, no mass shadows. Nothing."
"Not with technology," Lucian said. "It's a feeling. Has been ever since we left."
