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barely a whisper. “That’s all.”
    “You just witnessed the greatest loss to the Zoran military fleet in all its history,” I say. “I need a better answer than that.”
    “How do I know I can trust you?”
    “I just saved your life,” I growl, my fist hitting the table. “All my crew is dead. Vukota, Sern, Zyn, and hundreds more. All of them. Gone. Dead. Taken by a bunch of backwater apes who suddenly possess enough firepower to take down a capital ship. And in the midst of it all I find a human female, light-years from home, who won’t even tell me what the hell she’s doing?! No. You don’t get to choose if you trust me. Too many men have paid the price. Something’s going on, and you know more than you let on. You’re going to tell me everything you know right now, or you can spend the rest of the journey locked up.”
    Isabella rises from her seat.
    “ No ,” she says.

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    Isa
    “ N o . You don’t get to talk to me like that, Drax. I’m grateful you saved my life, but I’m not your prisoner.”
    My fists are balled up, the mark on my wrist burning hotly. Whenever I get emotional, it flares up. Tears are welling in my eyes, but I push them back. I’m not crying in front of the Zoran general.
    “I’m sorry for your loss – I truly am – but I didn’t have anything to do with it. I was at the wrong place at the wrong time, nothing more.”
    Drax rises up, his chest bumping against mine. He looks down at me with a steely gaze.
    “Is that so?” He growls, his voice low. He’s standing so close his breath tickles my ears, the spicy aroma of cuhla lingering in the air.
    “ Yes ,” I say, resting my hand on his broad chest. I can feel his heart beating through the razor-thin armor, and it soothes me. “How can you ask me to trust you if you don’t trust me?”
    He covers my hand with his, our fingers interlocking.
    “No one’s ever talked to me like that,” he says. It sounds like there’s more admiration than anger in his voice at this point.
    “Well, you hadn’t met me yet.”
    The corners of his thick lips curl upwards into a smile that reaches all the way up to his sunflower-colored eyes. Am I winning the big blue alien over?
    “If I set a course for Vortex Station, will you talk to me?”
    My heart flutters with hope. “Can we be there in four weeks?”
    Drax chuckles. “Much faster,” he says. “The Prymetas who attacked us were members of the Flaming Fang, one of the many criminal outfits operating out of Vortex Station. I’m going to look for answers.”
    I bite my bottom lip. “Shouldn’t you… call for help, or something?”
    Drax’s eyes lose their warmth. “No,” he says resolutely. “I’m not facing another Zoran until I’ve personally brought the Fang down to their knees. The shame is too great.”
    He turns my wrist over, his hand pushing my sleeve up, exposing my mark to him. I try to pull away, but his grip is too firm. He studies the triangle-shaped mark, his eyebrows raising.
    “Now, tell me what this is, and why you were going to Vortex.”
    I yank my arm back and sit down, folding my arms. I hate it when people look at my mark – I feel self-conscious. Ugly. Hated. Too many bad memories… And when they touch it, it’s even worse. I get this mind-splitting headache, instantly. It’s why I haven’t let any men into my life for years… but perhaps I ought to trust Drax. He did save my life after all, and I could use an ally on Vortex. I still have no idea what I’m running into there. He might even be able to help decrypt the message I received.
    “Okay,” I say. “I’ll tell you. But I’ll need a drink. I’ve never… I’ve never told anyone.”
    Drax grabs a bottle of cuhla , and I wince.
    “Do you have anything less… vile?”
    The alien warrior smirks. “No,” he says. “It’s what warriors drink.”
    Oh man. What’s wrong with a nice white wine? Why can’t aliens drink that?
    I push my glass towards the Zoran warrior. “Fine.