“Hhhhuhhnnnn!”
Karryl snapped back to consciousness with a sharp groan. Every part of his body hurt like he’d been on the battlefield for a week or more. For a moment, he lay where he was, doing a mental once over. Everything ached, but no one part gave the sort of deeper pain that would indicate something more serious. Cuts and bruises. And he was cold. Damn cold.
Since he’d just crashed the ship into the side of a mountain that was a pretty good outcome.
Jane.
His eyes snapped open, giving him a slanted view of the side of the cabin. His couch had come loose in the crash and flipped on its side. He was still in it though, covered with a thin layer of snow, held in place by the harness straps over his shoulders. But the space next to him, where the co-pilots couch should have been, wa
