A screen in front of her came on. Cute, she was on a runway. She hoped the kid that had been playing the pinball machine in front of her moved out of the way. She snorted. There was no way a toy was ever going to cure her of her fear of flying.
The sound of jet engines starting up filled her ears. Then she was moving. Not really, it just felt like she was. The plane tilted back and suddenly she was taking off, surrounded by blue sky.
“Just a simulation, just a simulation,” she muttered. Kristor was standing right outside probably thinking he was pretty smart to think this up.
The plane climbed higher and higher. Blood rushed through her veins, pounding inside her head. It was getting harder and harder to breathe. Just when she thought she couldn’t stand any more, the plane began to level out. Clouds drifted past.
This was better. Maybe. It was sort of like watching a 3-D movie.
She took a deep breath and slowly exhaled. Not as bad as she’d thought. Had she been afraid for nothing all these years?
“Flight commander, we have a situation.”
She grinned. That was probably her. She was a flight commander. Carly would not believe any of this. Ria wondered what kind of situation they had. They would probably have to land early. Five dollars’ worth of fuel would only go so far nowadays. Hopefully, Kristor wouldn’t put in another five bucks.
“The tower has enemy planes on the radar.”
Ria sat a little straighter. What enemy planes? Wasn’t this a commercial flight? She had figured they were out of peanuts or something. Kristor hadn’t said anything about this being a war plane.
“There they are, sir!”
A black ugly plane appeared in front of her. She swerved to the right as it fired.
“Good move, Commander, but you have two bogies on your tail. Watch out, sir.”
Bogies? What the hell was a bogie? She looked at the screen and could see two more black planes coming up on her tail. She stepped on the gas and swerved to the right, then the left. She couldn’t shake them. They fired. Her wing caught on fire.
“Commander, Commander, you’re going down!”
She was going down? No, she was too young to die! But the screen showed her plane aiming toward the ground and there was a strong smell of smoke and fire.
She screamed.
The curtain over her head was flung back. Ria jerked the headphones off, and scrambled out, falling into Kristor’s arms and sobbing.
Kristor looked at the screen. “You said she would get over her fear of flying in the simulation.” He glared at the young teenager.
He took a step back. “Well, yeah, but she crashed. That probably didn’t help. Most ten-year-olds don’t crash the plane.”
“It crashed. Just like when I was a kid.” Her stomach rumbled as she wobbled to an upright position. “I think I’m going to be sick.”
“We have bags inside the cockpit for that.”
She curled her lip. The boy couldn’t be more than sixteen, smacking gum, wearing shorts that showed his underwear, and a T-shirt that claimed he was too smart for his shirt. The shirt lied. She should barf all over him.
“You’ll feel better soon,” Kristor told her as he led her away from the game room. “Do you want some coffee? You said before you wanted coffee and food.”
He had to be joking. He didn’t look as if he was joking. “I need the ladies’ room so I can wash my face.” Maybe the cool water would help.
“Over there.”
He walked her over. She stopped him at the door. “I can make it from here by myself.”
She went inside. There were several ladies waiting in line, but they moved farther to the side when they got a good look at her. Hell, as soon as she saw her reflection, she understood why. People could actually turn green. More of a pale green, but green just the same. Maybe she had a Martian in her ancestral tree.
She splashed water on her face. Much better. Never ever would she get on a plane. She hadn’t been able to stomach the damned simulator. No way would she spend as much time as needed to get to another planet.
“I’m sorry,” Kristor spoke from the other side of the door.
The women turned to look at her. Maybe if she ignored him, he would go away.
“I didn’t know it would make you this sick. Are you okay?”
He wasn’t going away. “I’m okay.”
“Your first?” a little gray-haired woman asked.
“Yes. And my last.” She was not going near anything remotely related to flying. She grabbed a rough paper towel from the dispenser and patted her face.
“But when you hold that baby in your arms, you’ll feel differently.”
“Baby?” Sudden realization hit her. The woman thought…“I’m pregnant?” This was priceless.
A stall opened and Tilly the dispatcher stepped out. “I thought I heard your voice, Ria Lancaster.”
Crap! “Listen, I’m not pregnant. It was a misunderstanding.”
“Crackers will help calm the stomach,” the old woman said.
Tilly turned and looked at her. “Seven-Up is good, too.”
“Oh, yes, I’ve heard that, too.”
“Great,” Ria mumbled and left as the two women continued their conversation about babies. She supposed this would be all over town before she even made it back home.
“Now we will eat,” Kristor said as she emerged from the ladies’ room.
“I think I’ll just have crackers and maybe a soda.” She might not like more rumors being spread, but she would take their advice about settling her still-churning stomach.
“I thought it would help,” Kristor said.
“It didn’t.”
“I could see that.”
She sighed. “It’s the thought that counts.” But no, she was doubly sure she couldn’t get on his spacecraft, and it hurt knowing he would be leaving without her.
She held tight to him as they made their way back to her house. At least she had this moment. And she had a few more days. And she had tonight.
Kristor dropped Ria off at her home. She hesitated before going inside. He knew she wanted him to join her. Driving away was probably the hardest thing he’d ever had to do. He needed to get away and think, and he couldn’t do it at her house, nor her parents’.
So he just drove—down paved roads, down dirt roads. He drove where there were no roads. Nothing seemed to help so he finally went to where he’d hidden his spacecraft. Unless someone walked into it, they would never know it was there, because he’d used the invisible shield to hide it.
He stopped the motorcycle beside a tree and turned the key. When he pushed a button on his remote, the door on his spacecraft opened. Once inside, he relaxed in one of two seats.
The craft was small, with a large window. He imagined Rianna would be terrified to travel anywhere in it.
“Have you completed your mission?” A soft feminine voice came through the speakers.
“No.”
“Are you ready to leave Earth?”
“No.”
“You seem tense. Is there a problem?”
Yes, she was starting to get on his nerves. His brother had made sure he would have all he needed for the journey, including having his craft programmed with a female monitor so he would not get lonely on his mission. Right now, he was tired of all females.
That was a lie. He wasn’t tired of Rianna. Even now, she filled his thoughts. He wasn’t sure what to do about her. This mission was nothing like any battle he’d ever fought, and he didn’t know how to win. She used everything in her powers to conquer him. Rianna fought with sad eyes, angry eyes, and a smile that made him want to lay his sword at her feet and vow his undying love. When her eyes filled with tears, she could take him to his knees. How did someone fight against that?
“Prince Kristor?”
He ran a weary hand over his eyes. “I’m fine. I only need to think.”
“Of course. I will leave you to your thinking.”
Good.
Annoying, that’s what the monitor was. He had a feeling Rogar had the female voice installed for just that purpose. Kristor had made a wrong turn around Mars and the monitor had acted as if it was the end of the world.