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Date de parution
11 août 2020
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EAN13
9781789823424
Langue
English
Publié par
Date de parution
11 août 2020
Nombre de lectures
0
EAN13
9781789823424
Langue
English
Night Flight
Crysta K. Coburn
First published in 2020 by
House of Erotica
www.houseoferoticabooks.com
Digital edition converted and distributed by
Andrews UK Limited
www.andrewsuk.com
Copyright © 2020 Crysta K. Coburn
The right of Crysta K. Coburn to be identified as the author of this work has been asserted in accordance with the Copyright, Designs and Patents Act 1988.
All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted, in any form or by any means without the prior written permission of the publisher, nor be otherwise circulated in any form of binding or cover other than that in which it is published and without a similar condition being imposed on the subsequent purchaser. Any person who does so may be liable to criminal prosecution and civil claims for damages.
All characters appearing in this work are fictitious. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.
Chapter One
“So who’s your boss?” Mika Grayburn asked, brassy brows raised slightly.
From that expression, Harold did not think he would be able to con her. He didn’t really know how to con anyway. He was an honest man, a good worker, and this was the first time his boss had asked him to carry a package for him all the way from Pallets City to New London.
“Smith,” Harold answered. She did not believe him. “Garson Smith! He’s a real person!”
Mika pursed her lips and studied Harold from his yellowed cane, hat with the red and blue band all the way to his scuffed black shoes. She did not look impressed and Harold couldn’t help feeling offended. Mr. Smith had told him to wear his best clothes when seeking passage on an airship, and this was it. Who was she to judge him anyway, in her black trousers with patches in the knees, shabby blouse and checked grey and white vest? She was young, sure, but no great beauty with black coal smudges beneath her eyes and goggles perched on the top of her blonde head. She was also the only woman at the docks at the end of Market Street (a common place for people to find quick and private passage by sea or air). Harold had found her less intimidating than the men, thus he’d approached her.
“You got the money?” Mika asked.
“Right here.” He defiantly opened an envelope filled with notes.
“Please don’t flash it around,” she sighed, then continued her interrogation (or so it felt to Harold). “Is this Mr. Smith human?”
“Of course he is.”
“Yeah? Because you look like a goon. Are you some Other’s lackey?”
“I’m not a goon!” Harold fairly shouted and immediately regretted it as there were a number of smartly dressed men around who most probably were. “I’m not a goon,” he repeated in a whisper.
Mika chuckled. “I didn’t really think you were. I just wanted to make sure. We don’t really like goons on our ship.”
She gave him a knowing nod, which he returned automatically. A lot of working class humans didn’t like the Others, and the goons who worked for them, though fully human, often meant trouble. Harold had seen goons, of course (he was currently surrounded by many of them), but never had anything to with them. He was a respectable person. He’d also never seen an Other. He knew they were supposed to resemble humans, though he’d been raised by parents who insisted they were, emphatically, not anything like humans. Others only came out at night (they used the goons as day men), and Harold always did his business during the day, so he didn’t think he’d ever be likely to run into one either.
“Alright,” Mika finally said.
