Chapter 33

I gripped the arms of the seat again and again as asteroids narrowly missed us. This wasn't my idea of fun. Icaan however, seemed to be as calm as anything, almost as if he was mesmerized by the task, in some kind of zone.

I'd heard that Frentin had also been bred to bypass fear. That their brains literally thrived in situations that were dangerous and required skill and reflexes to see them through. Was this actually good for Icaan in some way?

There was no way I was going to ask him or talk to him right now, the dangers far too in my face for me to risk distracting him and getting us hit by a flying space rock.

Hoping nothing got any worse, I merely held on and tried not to squeal when he threw the ship hard into turns and pulled up or over far faster than I'd have thought possible.

Behind us also