Présentation de l'éditeur
Hearts will ache and heads will roll…
Stealing damning evidence from a certain covert ops section of Space Corps makes Jasmine a target. So what does she do? What any good undercover investigative journalist would do, she runs. Hops the first civilian transport ship out of there, but of course the bad guys still find her. Luckily for her the dark and brooding half-human man she shares a bunk with, is a deft hand with a sword. Unluckily for him, helping her could be hazardous to his life!
- Approximately 32,000 words.
Jasmine awoke with a start. She wasn't sure what had woken her so she held her breath and listened carefully. A few moments later she heard it. A cracking noise. There it was again. "Norik?" she called out quietly.
When he didn't reply Jasmine climbed down from her bunk, her blanket wrapped tightly around her. "Norik," she tried again. Jasmine didn't want to get too close in case he flipped out and tried to smoosh her into the deck again. Two more somethings cracked. "Norik!" she hissed.
"Hmm?" he murmured.
"There's a noise," she whispered to him and edged closer when it looked as if he wasn't going to fly into attack mode.
"What noise?" he asked and listened. When he didn't hear anything he told her, "Everyone is dead, go back to sleep."
She opened her mouth, stunned as he turned his back to her. The noise was a little louder this time and she exclaimed, "That noise!"
Norik looked over his bad shoulder at her and said, "It is the hull contracting as the inside of the ship cools down to meet the temperature outside."
"Oh," she said and then when the reality of what he said settled in she jumped forward and clutched at his arm. "What? The outside? The outside is space!"