Preparing For Driftmark Station

The bridge went dead still.

Camila's hazel eyes flew wide and her mouth fell open in a round breathless gasp. 

Elena let out a soft delighted chuckle behind her manicured hand, and Harper looked as if someone had fired an uncalibrated rail-slug straight through her radiator.

"In your room?!" Harper shrieked, slamming both hands flat on the console rail. "You called him into your room in the middle of the night?! While the rest of us were asleep?!"

Before Aoi could produce a single syllable in her own defense, a small dark shadow rose from the secondary combat couch.

Chloe set her untouched mug of lemon water down on the console with great care, walked to the edge of the dais swinging her long sleeves and came to a stop at Leo's side.