Chapter 38

Chapter Thirty-Eight

For a second, Connor was sure he was going to be thrown against a shuttle wall. The air in his helmet was thin and hot, tainted with his own saliva, coppery as if from blood.

Maybe he’d bitten his tongue in the chaos.

But he would be fine. His armor was built to absorb the sort of impact the fall would cause. That didn’t mean it would be pleasant.

Then the shuttle dropped out from under him with a groaning of the frame, and he found himself floating over the bench rather than falling.

Which meant the rockets were off, and the shuttle was falling.

Of course, that was only a temporary delay from the impact. Eventually, the shuttle would regain thrust and would stop falling as fast as he was.

He reached out, trying to maneuver himself over the right side aisle.

Selen looked up, surprisingly calm. “What—?”