Chapter 3“Where is she, Mel?” Marshall demanded when Meliora returned to the flight deck, minus their visitor.
“I’ve told you I’m choosey who gets to call me Mel,” Meliora complained.
Axel allowed himself the luxury of a smirk, his face hidden from view. Either Marshall forgot or pushed the point, but Meliora still wouldn’t give him permission to shorten her name. Plus, Marshall already sounded put out, always cause for amusement.
“She’s sleeping,” Meliora at last answered. “I allocated her quarters, she showered, we talked while she ate, and I got her a change of clothes to use after her nap.”
“And how can we be sure she’s asleep?” Marshall insisted on being cantankerous.
“For the love of…” Tone vexed, Meliora broke off whatever curse came to mind. “She’s exhausted. Any i***t can tel
