Chapter Thirty-Three
Erik stifled a yawn. A stream of lights floated in front of him, all the flitters becoming the stars among the towers during a typical Neo SoCal night. With the lanes twisting and overlapping but constantly moving, from a distance, it looked like living strands of light engaged in a dance. It was beautiful in its own way. He didn’t always appreciate that when he was flying around, but tonight it struck him.
Emma appeared in the passenger’s seat. “If you’re excessively fatigued, it might make more sense for me to control the MX 60. If you crash and survive, I will be forced to remind you of your failure incessantly.”
“I’m good,” Erik insisted. “I’m actually more careful when I’m tired, and after that threat, there is no way I’m crashing.”
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