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“The phrase you’re thinking of,” he says. “It’s ‘there’s no delaying the inevitable.’”

“Oh.”

“Don’t worry, human. We have four days. We’ll get you squared up with your slang.”

I laugh and he smiles, then kisses me once more. I soak up the moment, soak up the way he’s touching me, soak up the way when we’re together, I feel invincible. I feel special and brave and fierce.

I feel like I can conquer the universe with Quinn by my side.

And then it’s time to leave.

I watch on a control screen as the side of the warehouse slides away.

“That’s incredible,” I say. “I’ve never seen a building like this one before.”

“Money talks,” he says. “There’s another phrase for you.”

“What’s it mean?”

“It means I spent a lot of money to buy this place. It means money gets you what you want.”

“Sadly,” I say. “The world would be better if other things got you what you wanted.”

“There aren’t many good people in the world, Fiona.”

“You’re good.” I shouldn’t say it, shouldn’t let the words leave my lips, but I can’t help myself.

“I’m not as good as you think.”

“You saved me. You didn’t have to.”

“I couldn’t help myself,” he says.

We sit in silence then and I try not to think too hard about the words he’s saying or the way my heart feels when he does. I try to focus on the way he’s slowly easing the ship out of the warehouse and into the field next to the building. I try to pay attention to the buttons he’s pressing as he raises the ship into the air.

I try to listen to what he’s saying now, but all I hear is what he didn’t say.

All I hear is that he wanted to save me.

All I hear is that he wanted me.

Chapter 22

Quinn

Once we’re off Dreagle, I calm down. I shouldn’t because the real trouble is just beginning, but before I start to worry about anyone finding me and trying to shoot down my damn ship, I’m going to have a little fun with Fiona.

“You look cozy,” I comment, looking her up and down. She’s wearing a shirt and socks and nothing else. She smiles at me from the seat beside me. Fiona has her feet pulled up on the chair and I can see her little pussy peeking through her thighs at me.

Wet.

Waiting.

Wanting.

“I am cozy,” she murmurs. “And comfortable.”


Tags: Sophie Stern The Hidden Planet Science Fiction