Whelon by Celia Kyle & Anne Hale

Author:Celia Kyle & Anne Hale [Kyle, Celia]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Summerhouse Publishing

Chapter Nineteen

As the shuttle rumbled and shook during takeoff, Sasha peered out one of the viewports and spied a crowd of people gathering below. She assumed it was merely the local residents gathered to watch the shuttle depart and didn’t think much of the small crowd around where they’d launched.

Her attention was immediately snared by the contours of the clouds and the definition of the sky. She had flown in planes before, but never this high above main cloud cover. She shivered with excitement to see the tops of the clouds and Whelon reached over to take her hand.

She turned to him, a smile pulling at her lips and the rightness of the moment flowing through her in a gentle wave. To be here, with this male—it was where she belonged. In a sense, she had always been here. Something within her knew she had always been waiting for Whelon’s arrival.

The shuttle vibrated as it crept higher, heading for the Preor ship where it hovered far above Preor Tower. Not so close that it cast a terrible shadow, but not so far that they needed engines capable of escape velocity to reach the ship. She was amazed by the view of the city and the beauty of the Gulf of Mexico as the view sped beneath her.

Whelon squeezed her hand and she grinned in return. She felt so very free, perhaps for the first time in her life. It was a little like playing hooky from school. She escaped her boring duties to run off with a cute guy and have an adventure. She giggled over the naughty feelings her actions gave her.

“Coming into deck two, hold your position tango, tango,” a sudden feminine voice crackled through the shuttle.

“Penelope,” muttered the pilot. “Not this shit again.”

“Can confirm you are cleared for landing, shuttle ah-5-6-7-8. Proceed to docking bay.” Then the speaker emitted a bunch of strange, grating noises as if someone imitated a helicopter.

Sasha peered over at Whelon, a quizzical expression furrowing her brow, but his only response was an exaggerated face palm.

“What the fuck?” Sasha muttered.

“Hello, my dear!” the voice addressed Sasha directly, a nearby speaker increasing in volume although it took her a few seconds to catch the change. “You must be Whelon’s mate! Good for you, honey. He’s a fine catch. They all are, of course, but—”

“I’m sorry?” Sasha shook her head. “Who am I speaking to?”

The shuttle bumped up and down, clanging as it connected to the airlock.

“I am the ship, dear girl. They call me Penelope. What’s your tag?”

Sasha was confused even further. Why did the ship speak like an old lady mixed with a rebellious teenager?

“I’m Sasha. Are you… okay?”

“Thank you for asking, dear! I’m totally fucking bitchin’. How about you?”

Sasha turned to Whelon, silently begging for help with her gaze, but he simply shook his head.

“Penelope recently lost a good friend of hers… in a sense. His name is Vende and he did not perish, but he went through some changes—including meeting his mate—and it appears she has become unstable without him.

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