““Doesn’t Nemesis fly one of these?” She turned to look at him over her shoulder. “Are you he?” His features were impassive. “We’re really good friends.” She arched her brow at the way he said that. There seemed to be a note that told her they were closer than just friends. “Like lovers?” He handed her the helmet. “I fuck him all the time.” Again his tone was completely devoid of emotion.””
