Chapter Twenty-Two
Skeeter settled back in the co-pilot’s seat of Krac’s starship. It was much fancier than the freighter’s bridge. There were so many lights and panels and screens that it made her head hurt to think about trying to figure out what they all did, much less how to fly the damn thing. She knew she should be impressed and ask questions about it, but all she could think about was his softly growled demand in the lift.
She twirled a strand of her thick red hair around her finger and bit her lip. She listened as he received clearance from the Conqueror to depart. She glanced out the front viewport as the starship rose before shooting forward out of the side of the Zion Warship.
Darkness surrounded them as they left the brightly lit interior of the warship. The starship tilted
