Chapter Three
Mina held the laser g*n to the head of the small Stornigian pilot. She’d grabbed his weapon from his holster when she found him, half-drunk, outside his rickety airship. His eyes had bugged out, but she wasn’t sure if it had been from the g*n or her breasts bobbing in his face.
Still stark n***d, she’d attempted to make up for her vulnerable appearance by using a mixture of force and the promise of reward to get him to fly her the hell out of Aurelian airspace.
He seemed more amused than scared or angry, so it was probably the hope of reward that had motivated him.
She hadn’t promised s*x. She’d offered the strange talisman she’d taken from her Zandian’s pocket.
But he probably hoped for s*x.
She wouldn’t be above using it if she had to. Actually, that wasn’t true. She
