Chapter Ten
Athee strode toward the hangar, her eyes on the two pilots several steps ahead of her. Istaner might think his hushed tones would avoid detection, but she sensed the man’s indignation with today’s lesson. A wicked grin crossed her lips. Byron had warned Athee he still possessed a few tricks. Implementing several new maneuvers this week, he’d revealed weaknesses in more than one pilot. To her credit, she was not one of them.
Pausing at the hangar entrance, she waited for Byron. He approached with his shoulders back and a smirk on his face. Athee placed a hand on her hip and fixed him with an accusatory stare.
“Feel better now?”
Byron stopped and glanced past Athee. His thoughts now matched his triumphant grin. The combination amused her.
“Your cousin needed to be taken down
