Hotter on the Edge

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Authors: Erin Kellison
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shifting to Jace now. "They did get along last night. This is a setup."
    Jace turned his slicer on Simon.
    Simon shot Mica a look. Well done. We both die.
    "Prepare for boarding," the comm voice said. The dragon shuddered.
    "Let me talk to them," Mica said.
    Jace bared his teeth at her.
    "You can always slice me after," she offered.
    Simon notched his chin at O, who glowered threats of death, but tapped the comm console.
    "Touch my ship," Mica said, using her princess voice, "and you will answer to my father."
    Simon made a face at her, wielding her daddy like that.
    She pursed her lips back at him. Yeah, well?
    "To whom are we speaking?" the Peace man asked.
    "This is Mica. Esmeralda. Incomparabla. Sol."
    Gods. She was even using her full name. That Peace was as good as dead.
    "Your pilot didn't transmit ident-tags, ma'am," the Peace said, clearly disbelieving. "You will please do so now."
    "One moment," Mica replied silkily. Then, ostensibly to O, "Raise my father on the comm, please."
    Mica reached across the console to do so herself.
    O blocked her hand.
    She rolled her eyes at him and gestured to Jace's slicer. Another call didn't change anything. They held the gun.
    O pulled back, grumbling.
    She tapped a series of numbers and symbols. Fast fingers.
    The Peace tried one more time. "If you will simply transmit your ident—"
    Drummond Sol's voice boomed from the comm. "Who is this?"
    Damn if it wasn't the man himself. King of the world.
    "Hi, Father. I'm sorry to bother you, but the Peace won't let me enter Sol City," Mica said. "And for some unfathomable reason, they've grappled my dragon as if I'm a criminal."
    She showed a grim smile around to the criminals in the neuro.
    "I want Comptroller Tomas," Drum Sol told someone. "We have the ambassador's dinner in less than an hour, and my own daughter is held outside the city."
    Simon eyed his men. Jace had let his attention slip, the slicer's barrel going slightly idle. Grab for it?
    The dragon shuddered again—the grapple retracting. "My apologies, Princess Sol." Now a different voice, one of utmost contrition and respect. "Your flyer is free to land."
    A clear window expanded in the city's jewel-toned dome.
    "I'll need to change," Mica said to Simon. "A daughter of Sol does not show up looking like this. Not even me." She waved a hand at her soft blue jumpsuit, which Simon thought was exactly Mica. Or Mica as he knew her.
    O shook his head. "We still don't know if she'll turn us in."
    Jace grunted.
    Simon kept his mouth shut. He was going back into Sol City with Mica. He felt like he'd been thrown into the crusher inside the mine, and he knew he'd come out at the other end pulverized. Again. He'd take it though, if he could get his hands on the dowry.
    "You still have the slicer," Mica pointed out to Jace, then cocked her head at O. "Besides, it's your appearance that will raise questions…and eyebrows."
    O seemed to suddenly remember that he was wearing a dress.
    Simon scowled, but had to agree. "There's going to be a lot of media when she steps out of the dragon. A crowd, some commotion. We'd have a chance."
    Mica lifted her bound wrists.
    Simon's gaze twitched from Jace to O, but already knew what they would decide. Neither of them had enjoyed their sojourn in King's Valley.
    "Mica-love," Drum Sol's voice came over the comm. "You won't have any more trouble. We'll be there to greet you. It's been too long, sweetheart."
    O cursed, but turned to the console and placed his hand on the tremble. The dragon eased into a forward acceleration toward the halo. The Peace flyers flanked.
    Jace drew out a knife from his body brace, flipped the blade once in the air, then stepped up to Mica and slit the tie at her wrists.

 
     
     
    Chapter Four
     
     
    Mica glanced at the dragon's viewer. The strip outside was packed with people, including her family, standing in a row, all awaiting her exit from the dragon. Her nails were dry, lacquered silver this time. Her shoes—rescued

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