Red Sky at Night (Home in the stars, #0.5) by Jolie Mason

Author:Jolie Mason
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Tags: Prequel, Future, Scifi, Romance, romantic science fiction
Publisher: Jolie Mason
Published: 2016-08-28T16:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER FOUR

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Why wasn't it ever simple? He had the thought as he ducked behind a packing crate, and the bright blaze of pulse fire hit the bulkhead behind him. The buyer had decided he wanted the whole shipment which had been bound to happen one day when you’re dealing with bloody pirates.

So, now, Arden found himself hunched, grasping a pulse iron and dodging fire in a confined cargo hold with ten other men. Thankfully, the kitchen crew, who were really law officers for central, had made the difference, and the hijackers were mostly on the run, but the whole game was up now. They would have to take the ship. He sighed as, yet another, pulse hit the wall just above his head leaving black burns behind. He turned his head to get a better look, then fired off a shot when one of the crew of the ship poked his head out.

He commed one of the lawmen. "Do we have a plan here, Ajax?"

"Just keep shooting."

Great plan, he thought. Arden rolled over to a taller crate, so he could change his angle. He peeked around and got a position on two of them without being shot at for a change. That was encouraging.

He popped out of cover long enough to fire two shots into the closest one, hearing his hoarse cry as he fell to the decking. Several more shots were fired, and more than a few men finally surrendered or died in the cargo hold.

As the Bolavon limped back in, Arden had a realization. He wasn't cut out for an exciting life in space. Right now, he wanted his rooftop, and he wanted to bury himself in Brinn. He thought for the first time, he might understand his Da and the way he never moved on when their Mam died. He just soldiered sadly on waiting to join her.

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She’d heard about the raid on the Bolovan before it even made port, and, word was, it was limping. She set the two large shopping bags on the counter and started to unload the groceries.

“Brinn, you’re home.” It was the tremulous voice of her Gran behind her.

“I’ll have your supper, Gran.”

“You’re a good girl, Brinn. Too good.” Brinn turned to look at her hunched grandmother swathed in her leathery skin from years of harsh living and a demure black shawl. The woman was famed for her habit of using her very advanced age to speak her mind.

“What’s that mean, Gran?” She asked the question indulgently. Brinn loved her Gran, loved especially that no one made her be quiet at any point of her lifetime.

“Been hearing you have a young man.” Brinn started to protest, but her dominating grandmother shushed her. “You know I don’t get involved in these things. But, in your case, I’ll make an exception.” She waved an arthritic finger at her granddaughter who rushed to help her into her chair.

“That Badu boy has chased you for a long time now. Men only chase like that for two reasons.

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