“How long has it been since you were off-planet, Aurelian?” asked Marc.
Aurelian breathed out. The webbing felt unnecessarily tight. “Merde…it’s been almost ten years.”
“Thirty seconds,” said the pilot.
“Like falling off a bike.” Marc laughed.
“Let’s hope not,” returned Aurelian. “That shit fucking hurts.” He squirmed a little in his seat.
Marc observed wryly, “For someone who loves to tie people up,mon ami…”
Then a roaring filled Aurelian’s ears, a wall of sound that drove away thought. The team was squashed flat into their seats as the cutter accelerated, swiftly picking up the speed it needed to escape Tarma’s gravity.
I’m coming for you, Kait. Please stay safe just a little bit longer. I’m almost there.
