Lesley Knight

The Mercy of Angels

PROLOGUE THE gravity alarm sounded suddenly. Wrenched from sleep I unclipped my retaining strap and cascaded from my bunk, my hands clawing for the handholds on the roof of my quarters. As the 60 second countdown struck 12, my feet jammed against the floor and my white knuckles gripped the handholds in anticipation. My roommate, Bella, was not there. This explained the lack of a wake-up shove. She was probably bunking with Jeremy again, ugh!