Page 25 of Venom Island
From a flight path point of view, it made the most sense. After Nova Sector, we’ll head over to Savage Sector in what used to be Romania. Then Tallinn Sector, and two other places in Asia, before eventually making our way to Andorra Sector.
I return my attention to the security feed, my gaze instantly finding Caja.
She’s coming back with me.
Paige, too.
However, it’s Caja that holds my attention.
She’s sitting quietly, listening to Hel as she asks the two Arctic wolves about Nova Sector. The Ulv wolf sounds nervous, which is interesting because she’s come off as one of the more confident Omegas. Although, right now, she almost looks ill.
Probably from takeoff, I think, noting a few other pale Omegas on the security feed.
Caja seems okay, though. Just concerned. However, as the Arctic wolves continue describing their home, she and a few of the others start to relax.
I follow suit, leaning back in my chair and checking the controls again.
We’ll be in the air for several hours. While these jets move quickly, they can’t exactly teleport. Alas, we’ll be here for a bit. More than long enough for all the Omegas to shower, change, rest, and eat.
I roll my neck, my muscles tight from what feels like years of stress. And it’s not going away anytime soon.
Sighing, I stare out the window.
It’s a clear night, the nearly full moon illuminating the dark sky. Perfect flying weather.
Checking the radar, I don’t see any storms in our path. And none on the horizon.
Should be a fairly straightforward flight.
I unbuckle my harness and stand to stretch my arms. I haven’t slept in days, not that I really need it. But I can’t fight the urge to yawn. Because fuck, I’m tired.So. Fucking. Tired.
And there’s no end in sight,I think darkly, my shoulders falling.
When I agreed to pilot this flight, I didn’t consider the potential downtime.
“Fuck,” I mutter, leaning against a wall. The last thing I want is to be left alone with my thoughts. My regrets. My worries. Myeverything.
Closing my eyes, I steal a deep breath, then go back to stare at the monitor, hoping to find my little treasure. Mydistraction. But she’s no longer seated in her chair from takeoff.
I flick through the feeds, searching for her. And pause when I find her.
She’s… she’s standing outside the cockpit door.
I turn toward it, surprised by her presence.
Yet she hasn’t made a sound.
Frowning, I look back at the monitor to see her chewing on her lower lip, her gaze uncertain. She takes a step back, then pauses, her expression turning determined.
Only for her to lose the determination as her hand rises.
My lips twitch as she curls her fingers into fists, clearly agitated with herself.
I may not be able to read her mind, but I can read her expression clear as day. She’s debating whether or not to knock, and she’s frustrated with herself for not just doing it.
I could help her and just open the door. However, I kind of want to see how this plays out. So I lean against the wall instead, my gaze on the camera as she continues to battle with herself.
It’s cute. One second, she’s nodding. The next, she’s wincing.
