To Boldly Go
“Penny for your thoughts.” Octavia turned from where she was gazing out at the clouds and endless blue-gray sky. Her eyes warmed as they always did when she looked at me, and I was filled with a sense of well-being. I would forever rank the fact that we found each other as a miracle of the most profound nature.
“I was feeling thankful that William paid attention to our warning in time. All those people might have been killed . . . but it ended well, although Etienne must be positively livid that his grandiose attack plans were for nothing.”
“I’m sure the bastard will recover. His sort always do,” I said, wishing I could punch him in the face again.
“Unfortunately, that’s true. That Moghul ship worries me, though. No one knows where it has gone to.”
“You said this ship cou
