The Untamed Concubin

Sitting in the cockpit, the small hand gripping the steering wheel was white with effort. His eyes were fixed on the vortex, a look of fear etched on his face, but his missing lips still muttered curses incessantly.,"Hawk." A low voice, laced with surprise. "Hold on, I'm not hurt.",A slight breeze rustled through the air, followed by a few shadows darting past.。