““She blinked her eyes, trying to stay awake, but the engines were so lulling and she was so tired … Nykyrian barely caught her before she slumped into his controls. He could hear her even, slow breaths in his helmet. How can you be asleep with a trained assassin sitting behind you? And yet she was completely unconscious in his lap while her soft little snore came through the link in his helmet. The woman was nuts. She had to be. Or suicidal.””
