The fighter ship carrying Syn and Mia sliced through the void, its engines a low, predatory hum that vibrated through his bones.
The small cockpit bathed in the eerie glow of holographic consoles that flickered like ghosts.
Syn slouched in the co-pilot's seat, his hazel eyes darting between the star-streaked viewport and Mia, who sat at the controls, her white hair.
Her fingers moved over the quantum interface with a grace.
The silence between them was a living thing, thick with unspoken questions and the weight of their mission.
Syn just wanted to ask her one main question.
"Who are you?"
At this point he was ready to believe her if she said that she is Mia's twin sister Kia and that she was stalking him to get him back for what he did to his sister. Though a bit extreme for that.
Also
Syn's gut churned—this infiltration into the Kingdom's heart, hunting for the shapeshifters' base, was a risky suicide run dressed as a plan.
