Chapter 36

Chapter Thirty-Six

Despite the exertions of the night before, Connor’s sleep was troubled, interrupted by nightmares about suffocating and cramps. He finally gave up a couple hours before he would normally wake and decided to head down to the galley.

At some point, Selen had snuggled up against him, so he had to disentangle from her. That was a challenge, more because of how good it felt to have her pressed against him than for fear of waking her, since she was sound asleep.

He padded quietly down the passageway, listening for any other activity. Martienne’s muffled grumbling leaking from the bridge was the only sound.

Connor’s calves and back muscles spasmed while he descended the ladder. When he passed into the galley, the lights flickered on, but not before the chill he’d felt prior to the airlock accident washed over him again.

Just my imagination, he told himself.

He heated a mug of synthcaff and dropped into a corner chair.