CHAPTER THIRTEEN
MICH DIRECTED WEN TO land on Trell. Naturally, they arrived in the middle of a thunderstorm.
“You said the trip would be the easy part,” Wen yelled. Lazydragon lurched and jerked from the hand-sized hail pummeling the shields as they hit the lower atmosphere. The ship’s outside lighting barely made a dent in the dark cloud cover, meaning visibility was non-existent.
Mich sucked in a breath, her body slamming sideways in her seat. Her security straps bit deep into her shoulders as the displays below Wen’s fingertips flickered and fuzzed. He was flying blind. She wanted to close her eyes, but pride kept them open.
“The trip was. I never said anything about the landing.” She gripped the panel in front of her in a failed attempt to keep from being shaken to pieces. She’d b
