He laughed grimly. "The psychographs warned we were incompatible, but you'd better get used to me. It's 146 days to Venus, and we've only this stateroom between us. They practically lock us in, you know. We're going to be very good friends or most uncomfortable before we reach Venus."
Angry sparks shot from her violet eyes. "Did you know all this before?"
Coran nodded.
"You are a swine, aren't you? It won't do you any good. I'll tell the captain we're not married. I'll say it was all a fake, the certificate was a forgery, that you're a...."
"Go ahead. I wish for your sake it would help, but they'd only check and find out it was genuine. Even if it weren't, you'd only be forced to go through the ceremony again. The rules are very specific to cover just such situations."
Fear and anger blended unpleasantly in her voice. "I'll think of something...."
Warning alarms blared through the ship. Ripples of soundless shock stirred the bulk.
"We're getting under way," Coran warned. "You'd better come to bed."
"I'd rather die," she said sullenly.
"Suit yourself. But it's pretty unpleasant."