In fact, none of these things was true. Faster and faster he fed the engines, adjusting the mix, then pulled back on the throttle, and with a great rush they were airborne, lifting slowly away from the llano negro, the insane cocaine city, the unknown enemy, powerful, plotting, hidden beneath layers of deceit, working the soft cell.
Always, martie had seemed strong and resilient, and dusty had never worried about what might happen to her if fate dealt him an early death while he was climbing across some high roof. Carol gasped and pressed her lower body against his and then tried to hook a leg over his hips.
Yet he would learn it at once if she ever relaxed the barrier.