The High Priestess (15 page)

It had to be.

Her back stiffened, but she didn’t stop, which was probably a good thing. They had to space as soon as possible and verbally sparring with her would delay that. As pleasurable as he found it, spending more time with her would have to wait. Boone took a slow breath and switched to work mode.

He found Gee in the hub, halfway under one of the seats and muttering in the Evarven’s native tongue. Boone kicked the seat next to him, earning a new spat of curses. “We need to go.”

Gee slid out and leveled an orange gaze at him. “I’ve been ready for ages. You’re the one dawdling.”

“I’m ready now.”

“Damn well about time. You been dipping with the little miss again?” The Evarven held up his tiny hands when Boone moved to kick the seats again. How someone so small could be such a pain in the ass was beyond him. Gee grinned, revealing teeth that were slightly too pointed to pass for human. “Whatever. Not my business if you’re dipping—as long as you’re not going to get us killed because you’re thinking with the wee head.”

“If you don’t shut your mouth, Gee, I’ll be forced to kill you. Which would be a damn shame, since, for some reason, Jenny tolerates your wrinkled ass.”

Gee glared, the expression losing its potency because of the sparkle in his eyes. “That’s because she’s got a brain in her head and she’s a nice girl. Unlike you.”

“You’re right. I’m not a nice girl.” He slipped into the cockpit to the sound of the Evarven’s laughter. It was time to get the hells out of here.

Before Kristian figured out Boone was taking off with his bride.

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