My Mom Flies An Fighter Jet

Voss.

And now Voss wants me because.

Because if he rebuilt Ghostwing, he may still need the living key.

The living key. I sat back slowly. Outside, the night blurred past. I wanted to say it was impossible, but the invisible aircraft had bent rain around itself over Aunt June’s cabin. Impossible had already crossed the sky.

Near dawn, we reached desert continue reading …