Emerald Flight: Homecoming: Return to Grace (continued)

Elizabeth looked back at him, feeling slightly envious. The Majestic was one of the newer, and larger, ships of the Fleet. It was not the size of some of the large battle cruisers, but was definitely larger than the Emerald Flight. It was specifically designated as a warship, but was equipped with more armaments and ordnance that was usually outfitted to a vessel of its class.

As she looked at Jackson, Elizabeth had trouble deciding whether to be jealous or scared for him. For it to be so heavily armed, that meant that it was headed for dangerous duty.

The Argolian systems? she wondered. But they’ve been quiet for a while . . . Haven’t they?

She thought about it a moment longer.

The Brenndari?

If that was the case, she wanted to find a way to get onto that ship so that she could pay them back for the damage they had done to her ship.

She studied Jackson again, silently wondering what position he held—or would hold—on board the Majestic. After a moment, she realized that she was not all that interested—at least not right then.

Elizabeth glanced down at his plate, seeing that it was mostly empty. Draining the last of her wine in a single gulp, she tried not to choke as it turned out to be a larger mouthful than she expected. She stared at Jackson, trying blink unobtrusively to keep her eyes from watering.

“Were you planning to spend your last night alone?”

A teasing smile played over her companion’s lips.

“I’m not alone.”

Elizabeth answered his statement with a small smile of her own.