Chapter 8
WynA date?
“I can’t believe you’re trying to pass off a haunted ghost ship as a date.” There was a body, and everything was pitch black. Whatever attacked the ship and killed that man could still be on board. She’d stick as close to Lorran as possible because the best Wyn could do would be to throw a flashlight at the attacker and scream.
“It is not ideal, but I do not want you to be alone.” The curve of the faceplate distorted his expression, but his voice came in loud and clear in her ear.
“Yeah. Big agree from me.”
The door to the shuttle opened and Lorran steered her onto the connecting bridge. The door sealed shut behind them, and then she was standing on the thinnest of material, almost as transparent as the high-tech glass on her helmet. Her boots adhered to the bridg
