Lily flattened herself in the tiny washroom near the old airship’s controls. A scrape ran the length of her leg, and her slave’s dress had been soiled during her escape from her master’s pod. She’d barely made it onto the ship her fellow runaways had selected on the fly to h****k. A bead of sweat ran down her forehead.
Please don’t let any being use the washroom before takeoff.
Please don’t let any being use the washroom before takeoff.This plan had been eighty planet rotations in the making. It had been a miracle she’d managed to get out at the appointed time to meet the others. They’d chosen a day and a time. Picking the craft to board had been left to the chance of the day, but this one actually seemed to be ideal—a rusty old ship with just six crewmembers to overpower. She’d hidden c
