"Darling, you simply must trust me," Elora said and batted her eyelashes as though they were a butterfly. I knew her routine well enough. Her next step would be to employ the chin quiver and, should that fail to change my mind, her eyes would moisten. I'd never gotten past that tactic to discover her complete emotional lock-picking set. This time the eyelashes were enough.

Besides she'd designed the small craft herself. Of course it was safe. I got in. She sealed the hatch.

We accelerated to 4G.