Any last traces of sleep that clung to my brain zipped away like so much space dust as horns blared. Val tipped our lancer between a pair of skycabs. I’d never wanted to get to school more than I did at that moment—if I survived the trip.
Val flew the small two-seater ship like we were the only vehicle in the skyway, even though the morning commute crammed every lane with lancers, cruisers and tiny one-seater cyclepods. After we cleared the latest jumble Val ducked between, I yanked my hands off the dashboard before he saw my white-knuckled grip. Thirteen years of being his twin brother had taught me one important thing: never let him get—or keep—the upper hand.
Val laughed and sped up while I fought to keep my guts inside my body. Leaning against the door, I pressed my forehead to the window and tried to take a couple discreet breaths. I watched the fringe of red that marked Io’s ascension as it crept above the outer edge of the colony ship. I pretended to inspect the energy shield surrounding Jupiter Prime.
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