“I thought you said you were a captain!” Hana cried out, clinging to her harness with pale knuckles as the vessel shook violently.
“I was a captain of the royal guard, and that was over a decade ago. I never claimed to be a pilot,” Tiberius answered ruefully, pushing up a lever that sent the shuttle blasting forward.
“All hells! All hells!” Hana shrieked as the hull began to roll. She squeezed her eyes shut to the spiraling view of space, only opening them when the nauseating motion had ceased. Tiberius was watching her from the corner of his eye, lips twitching with a wry grin.
“I think if we weren’t heading into the very jaws of death, I would find this all very entertaining,” he leered.
“Just be quiet and keep your eyes focused forward,” Hana snapped with a scowl, her words only
