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"That's right," Chandris said shortly. "On Lorelei." The reader pinged acceptance of her ticket, and

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she stuffed the plastic back into her pocket.

The attendant shook his head, a smile on his face. "Thought so. I never cease to be amazed at how
inventive you college kids get with your travel outfits. Have a nice flight."

"Thanks," Chandris muttered, heading down the boarding tunnel and hoping the sudden heat in her
cheeks didn't show. She'd done it again, damn it allтАФtaken offense at an insult that wasn't even
there. The same touchiness that had kept her stuck in the Barrio and out of the upper-class areas in
New Mexico City where the really major tracks were. Or so Trilling had always told herтАФ

The muscles in her back stiffened, mind suddenly snapping back to where she was. She twisted
around, half expecting to see Trilling walking behind her, his shining eyes glowing, his scarred lips
grinning their crazy animal grin at her.

But there were only a couple of last-minute passengers in sight, and no sound or commotion coming
from the check-in counter around the corner.

She turned back, breathing again, and continued down the tunnel. At the end of it waited the shuttle,
an oversized plane sort of thing with rows and rows of contour chairs. Choosing one that would
allow her a clear view of the door, she let the straps curve into position around her and waited.
Trilling's absolute last chance...

Five minutes later, the door was slammed shut with a dull thud... and as the shuttle rolled away from
the terminal, she felt her muscles unknotting for the first time in hours. For the first time in months.
FinallyтАФfinallyтАФshe could dare to hope that she was free of Trilling Vail.

And all it had cost was leaving the only home she'd ever known.



The trip up to the spaceliner took about an hour. An hour, for Chandris, of absolute magic.

She had ridden on a regular plane once before, but at the time had been too preoccupied with
keeping inconspicuous to really appreciate it. Now, though, it was different. The wispy clouds
breaking in front of the shuttle like white nothing; the buildings and hills and forests beneath them;
the sensation of flying itselfтАФshe drank it all in, pressing her face tightly against the cold plastic of
the window so as not to miss any of it. The ground kept receding, the highest clouds cutting off most
of the view, and presently she noticed the deep blue of the sky above them was fading into black.
The dull roar of the engines faded away to a throaty whisper, leaving her bouncing gently against her
straps.

She spent the next few minutes with fists and teeth clenched tightly, fighting a gut-twisting nausea
and a horrible feeling that she and the shuttle were falling back toward the ground. Then, strangely,
both stomach and brain relaxed and she was able to concentrate again on the view outside her