Chapter 35
Olinda
Apirate shuttle, yo ho, it’s the pirate’s life for me. I whistled, running my hands across seats covered in the finest leather I’d ever felt. The seats were black and smooth, with a subtle shine, warm to the touch as if living things. They glowed with a faint amber warmth that smelled of sun-warmed apples and a hint of salt.
Drac shrank back into one of the ring-shaped bench seats around a polished metal table on one side of the galley area. A large section of his wing was missing, the edges sealed with a hardened spray-on coagulant, pale green as if his wing was rotting.
Nosferans didn’t regenerate, not from wounds like. He’d never fly again without extensive medical treatment, and that wasn’t something that was generally available to the Nosferans. Not today, scatte
