Chapter : Mikhail

Nothing like watching the destruction of a planet to set the mood. Mikhail leaned close to Emma, who stared, riveted by what unfolded on the screen. Her fingers were still curved around the straps of the harness, a safety measure they'd only barely managed.

When the ship began to move away from the world about to explode, Emma and Mikhail found themselves only a few corridors away from the hangar. Rafe, his delightful brother, felt an urge to run and take charge. The chosen one being so responsible to his people. It made him gag. Mikhail felt no burning need to save the masses. Nor did he technically have any duties to attend, other than bothering Emma, which he proceeded to do after he pulled down emergency seating from the wall and buckled her in. His fingers might have strayed, but her fright kept her from slapping him. She didn't react at all to his less-than-subtle groping. Rather disappointing. She was making the moment all about her.