Chapter SixNikita still wasn’t sure what to do about Drake as they slid to a hover above the vast white ship. He gave no indication to Altman that they had kissed, which she was thankful for. He was doing a less than thorough job of not staring at her. Every time she turned from whatever merry chatter Zoe was carrying on, his eyes were riveted on her.
Was she so transformed? It was just clothes. Zoe had tried to apply lipstick and other makeup, but Nikita was having none of that no matter how Zoe alternately whined and cajoled.
At first, the direction of his attention had been thoroughly predictable. But as the flight continued, he’d taken to watching her face. He spoke almost as rarely as Altman and she couldn’t read what he was thinking.
Or was Drake still thinking about that same spl
