“If only she could jump into the flyer and scurry back across the mountains but she had work to do and a planet to save.”

“If only she could jump into the flyer and scurry back across the mountains but she had work to do and a planet to save.”

“You daughter is prudish?” There was a gleam of triumph in Helena Winter’s face. Fee grimaced. Prudish? No, not that she could claim. Far too mild a word for what she felt.”

“If only she could jump into the flyer and scurry back across the mountains but she had work to do and a planet to save.”