'KASS.'

Kassie twisted in Rumal's arms to stare over at the other ship sailing parallel to them.

'Kerak's awake,' Rumal said, the words rumbling beneath her ear pressed against him.

'And wanting off.' Kassie yawned, the cold air making her wish for her snug bed on Earth with its multiple layers of thick feather duvets.

'Morning, Kerak. Or should I say good afternoon?'

'Morning, can you lift us off?' Kerak sounded restless, she could see movement on ...