Imani stomped her foot. “How do you possibly know that?”

“Because while all of you were watching Matt, I was watching her.” He cocked an arrogant eyebrow in challenge. “Either way, now we have a clear path off this ship.”

“And weapons,” agreed Mia cheerfully, helping herself to Bian’s stun gun.

After a moment’s hesitation, I picked my way to Matt and took his stun gun before Alexei or Jasper did it. At least one person who would think before pulling the trigger should have a weapon. I checked the setting three times, compulsively making sure it was set to stun. I wouldn’t risk killing someone, not ever again. The relief of knowing I hadn’t murdered Matt was so intense that I wouldn’t trade it, not even for my own life.

But I wasn’t stupid, and if it came down to stunning someone or getting captured, the choice was clear.

“I didn’t kill them,” Jasper announced. I glanced over my shoulder to find Imani crouched over Bian, checking for a pulse, a slight tic working in her eyebrow. “We’d better run before they wake up.”

I hated to agree, but I nodded. Matt’s chest rose and fell, so I knew he’d be all right too. And if something was wrong on Obsidian, I had no intention of letting anyone lock me in a cell until we uncovered the truth.

“I’ll scout ahead,” Mia announced.

“Wait.” I held up a hand. “I’ll come with you.”

“What the hell for?”

I glared at her, resenting the unabashed anger in her voice even as I knew I deserved it. “I can turn invisible too, remember? If we’re together, I’ll be able to back you up, report back to the others.”

“Right. I forgot you stole powers now too. No thanks. I work better on my own.” She vanished while I was still fumbling for a response. Stole powers? I wasn’t . . . I didn’t . . .

Far too conscious of everyone’s eyes on me, I scowled and set off after her at a jog.

“Take it easy,” Cage murmured, catching up to me, and I realized I was using his speed again, not at full power, but definitely moving faster than normal. I forced myself to slow to a fast walk. He shoved his hands in his pockets and adopted an air of nonchalance I could only marvel at. “We have no idea what’s happening on Obsidian. It might be anything. A malfunction. Omnistellar arriving and getting mad. There are lots of nonalien explanations.”

I risked a glance behind me, but he spoke too low to be overheard. If any of the others didn’t share my fears, I wanted to keep things that way awhile longer. “I know,” I returned. “But it’s too close for comfort.”

Cage hesitated. “Kenz. If it is aliens . . . what are we going to do?”