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Her chest tightened with an ache she hadn’t felt in years—the sting of losing her father and the rest of her faht now

The Zandian had woken that homesickness in her He’d ruined her for any other destiny And while she regretted leaving hiot out safely—at least he’d strengthened her resolve and given her the oal

“We’re in Ocretian airspace Where to now, beautiful?”

She shifted on her feet This part she didn’t know “I-I’ for a pod docked in the airspace here”

“Let s who look like you?”

Hope quickened “Have you seen a being like me before?”

The Stornigian smirked “I’ve seen a few I knohere their pod is” He lifted his chin at a large floating structure in front of theh”

She frowned “Take off your tunic”

He grinned and twisted to look over his shoulder at her “So we’re doing this now?”

She glared, but the merriun “Now”

He started to pull the tunic off too quickly, and she jerked the gun level to his head “Easy, beautiful I’ what you asked me to”

She nodded, once He moved more slowly this tiripped it, unsure how to put it on without lowering the gun or shifting her gaze from her prisoner

“I’d offer to turn et dressed, but I think I’ve already seen everything you have,” he drawled, letting his eyes drift lower Despite, the taunt, he did turn back to the controls

She took a step back and pulled the tunic over her head with one argle, she wriggled one arun to the other hand and donned the other sleeve She unbuckled the stupid pet collar she’d worn and dropped it on the floor “All right Call them”

He flicked on the comh, I expect they’ll hail me”