Dawn crept over the Spires like a bruise sickly yellow light filtered through toxic clouds. Ryker stood by the cracked window of the hab-block, watching the street below. His body felt different after the night’s exertions. Stronger. More in tune with the Code’s rhythm. The constant low burn in his veins had settled into something almost pleasurable, especially when Lira was near.
She emerged from the tiny shower unit wrapped only in a threadbare towel, water still beading on her skin. The sight hit him instantly. The Code stirred, sending a warm pulse straight to his groin. He crossed the room in three strides, pulling her against him. The towel dropped.
Their kiss was hungry, morning-stale but no less desperate. Ryker lifted her easily, setting her on the edge of the rickety table. Lir
