![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() “Sir,” she ventured, “permission to put on an overcoat before we land?” Except no one, especially she, would ever dare to laugh. His name badge falsely declared him an officer of the PME Diplomatic Corps. With his arm propped on the table, Inkline leaned over studying the papers fanned out before him. Even so, she’d rather the door be open-for apart from the four square tables and their chairs, she was alone with Lieutenant Inkline.Īs if he exuded frost, whenever Claire was near the lieutenant, her fingers and lips grew cold. Whenever crew passed by, they tended to slow and give her an appraising look before continuing on. She stayed at parade rest, both hands behind her back, pretending to be unconcerned with how little of her was covered by the skimpy evening dress. Opposite her, through the brass-lipped oblong porthole, at the end of a long pylon, the port engine shone with reflected light against the backdrop of night sky. Beneath Claire’s feet, the timber floor vibrated in harmony with the airship’s engines. ![]()
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