Hunted: The World of the Changelings Page 3
by KM Sullivan
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I tried to hide my trembling legs by leaning up against the wood and canvas hide of the Mosquito which had been my chariot for the last hour.
Jamie wasn’t fooled.
“Aye, it has that effect. Did you know the first time I went up, I was green the entire time? Tossed my lunch, I did.”
I grinned at the young pilot. “Well, it’s a good think I missed lunch today, then.”
Jamie clapped me on the shoulder “Indeed? We’ll have to remedy that. To the pub, aye?”