replied. “The original crew is still listed.”
“What about your contact on Rhinari? The man who sabotaged the ship? What does he know about Marcone and his crew?”
“Not much. He’s never met him.”
Haydrien set his fork aside and sighed. “Nothing ever comes easy, does it?”
“Not in our life, anyway,” Lear agreed. “Are we doing the right thing?”
Haydrien didn’t miss the worry in Lear’s eyes. “Provoking Marcone?”
Lear nodded.
“This is my battle, Lear,” Haydrien said.
“But you represent our people. You take care of our people. We haven’t recovered from the war your father led. The last thing we need right now is another one, especially with the Marcones. I have a feeling when our senate representative finds out about this, we’ll be in a battle with him as well.”
“I’m not worried about our senator, and as for the Marcones, I doubt very seriously they would start a war over one woman. This battle is between me and Jack. No one else.”
“Then I’ll stay out of it. Now what are you going to do about her?”
“For starters, bust her ass for leaving after I told her not to.”
Lear chuckled. “Man, to be a fly on the wall.”
Chapter Five
Jack paced the small room she’d used as her own for the duration of her trip. She’d been offered the captain’s quarters but hadn’t felt comfortable taking over someone else’s room, so she’d taken one of the guest quarters that lined level three of the ship.
She liked them for the massive windows. Unfortunately, there was no view, only darkness as the ship sped through space toward Meenose. The ship had finally warmed back up, but inside, she still felt cold. She shivered and wrapped her arms over her chest as she paced.
Her nerves were tingling and rattled. She’d left the galley, just walked out. Would he show up to punish her? Would he know where to find her?
When she’d first arrived in the room, she’d searched for something to use as a weapon, but then changed her mind. What good would it do to hurt him or even kill him if she couldn’t rescue Agnus and the others? She didn’t know where they were or how to find them. She knew where they were going, but would she be able to get to them before they realized something had happened to Haydrien?
What the hell was she supposed to do?
Normally, she could think herself out of most any situation, but this one had her stumped. This time the lives on the line weren’t with her. Her crew was now speeding through space, probably already thousands of light-years away. For the first time in her life, she was afraid to try something for fear she would screw it up. Then it wouldn’t just be her death, but the death of three others on her hands.
Could she stand being with this man for two or even three weeks before her father and brother arrived to rescue her? What would happen when Haydrien realized she was the captain he was looking for? That she’d been under his nose the whole time?
She sighed and rolled her eyes toward the ceiling. She hadn’t even allowed herself to think about what Haydrien might do to her during that time. She’d played at being a submissive before. Liked it a lot. That didn’t mean she wanted to be his sub, despite how handsome he was.
The man was a thief—handsome, arrogant, dominant… She closed her eyes and sighed. He’d stolen her ship, taken her hostage, threatened her crew, and all she could come up with when she thought about him was how good-looking he was, how his eyes made her want to melt into a puddle, how his voice sent shivers of awareness to parts of her body she had forgotten existed.
“This is some sort of cosmic joke, some sort of cosmic punishment for forcing my way into a man’s world, isn’t it? I swear if I get out of this, I’ll stop being a ship captain and wear dresses just like Miya, curl my hair, and paint my face. Whatever it takes. Just let me get us all out of this in one piece. Oh, and it would be nice if
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