Broken Worlds (Book 2): The Revenants by Jasper T. Scott

Broken Worlds (Book 2): The Revenants by Jasper T. Scott

Author:Jasper T. Scott [Scott, Jasper T.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Anthem Press
Published: 2018-03-25T22:00:00+00:00

Chapter 25

Trista awoke tied into an acceleration harness in the passenger’s cabin of her own ship. She looked around. The other five seats in the cabin were empty.


No answer.

He needed a custom-fit acceleration harness, and the only such harness was bolted to the copilot’s seat in the cockpit. Hopefully that’s where he was, and not tied down like luggage in the cargo bay. Trista strained against the zero-G tether tying her hands together, struggling to reach the release lever of her acceleration harness. She twisted in that direction, using the odd half an inch of wiggle room that the harness gave her.

But it was no use. The release lever remained half a foot out of reach, and her harness held her in place more effectively than the loop of metal tether wrapped around her wrists.

Trista bit back a scream. She wasn’t going to give Jaxon the satisfaction. Then again... where was Gatticus? Did he even know what was going on? If not, screaming might actually be good for something.

So she screamed, and screamed again, until her lungs were empty and her throat hurt.

Heavy footsteps came clomping down the corridor outside the cabin. Trista tried to determine if they were coming from the cockpit or from one of the ship’s sleeping quarters, where Gatticus might have found a charging port. She couldn’t be sure since both the cockpit and the sleeping quarters lay in the same direction.

The door swished open. “Hey there, Tris.” Jaxon grinned and leaned against the jamb. “You shouldn’t waste your breath. Haven’t you heard? In space, no one can hear you scream.”

Trista glared at him. “Where’s Buddy?”

Jaxon waved a dismissive hand at her. “He’s fine. Don’t worry, he’s too valuable to throw out an airlock.”

Trista’s eyes narrowed at that. “Valuable?”

“Of course. Don’t tell me you never thought of selling him. Togras are highly-prized companions.”

“Selling him?” Trista shrieked. “You sell him and I’ll drop you at the nearest hunting ground.”

Jaxon barked a laugh and clucked his tongue at her. “You’re hardly in a position to be making threats, Tris. But thank you for the idea of what to do with you if you become too much of a burden.”

Trista gaped at him.

And he gaped back.

Her eyebrows scrunched together in a frown; then she saw the subtle jittering of Jaxon’s limbs, followed by electric arcs of blue fire leaping off his clothes. His eyes rolled up and a familiar face appeared over his shoulder.

“Gatticus! Where the hell have you been?” she demanded.

“A simple thank you would suffice,” Gatticus replied. “Who is this?” He jerked his chin to Jaxon, who was unconscious, but still standing thanks to the zero-G environment.

“Long story. Would you mind helping me out of my harness?”

Gatticus retrieved Trista’s sidearm from the holster on Jaxon’s hip and then squeezed around him to help her out of her acceleration harness. He pulled the release lever and folded her harness out of the way. Trista stood up on cramping legs.

“How did you stun him?” she asked, noting that the gun in his hands had been in Jaxon’s possession until just a moment ago.


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