until they give up chasing you.”
“Is that what you tried? How did that work out for you?”
“I didn’t pick that damn shuttle up on sensors. It docked and they attacked before I knew what was happening. I would have run if I’d seen it coming.”
“Are you familiar with Genesis Four S-class shuttles?”
“I’ve never heard of them.”
“They’re new, top-of-the-line, and can outrun most existing ships, especially an old freighter like yours. They are also heavily shielded to prevent damage. You would have run and they’d have caught you, boarded you anyway, and your crew would still be dead. This shuttle is faster than your freighter, and I knew they’d still catch up to us.”
She lowered her gaze, taking in that information. It helped alleviate her guilt a little. It sounded as though the Pride had never stood a chance.
“Nala?”
She looked back at him, holding his gaze. It was impossible not to notice his good looks or how incredibly blue and vivid his eyes were.
“This was our only possibility for survival. I can’t allow the Markus Models to capture any of my crew.”
“You might have signed their death warrants anyway when you flew us into the Pitch.”
“To avoid death wasn’t my priority. We have information they can’t ever obtain. Capture isn’t an option.”
“What kind of info?”
“Where other cyborgs are. They want to trade that information to Earth Government. Only a limited number of the Markus Models escaped, so we theorize they want to start a conflict between Earth and my kind. Earth Government would send battle cruisers to kill us, and it would make it easier for them to slip back to the planet and free more of their models once security around Earth wasn’t as tight.”
She held up her hand. “Stop. You’re telling me androids are plotting all this? It sounds like some kind of coup.”
“Yes.”
“They are machines. Who programmed them? Rebels? Military?”
“It doesn’t matter. They believe they are sentient but they aren’t.”
“I’ve heard that before.”
He frowned again, narrowing his eyes. Anger showed on his face when a muscle in his jaw clenched. “ We are sentient. They are not. They have hive-brain thinking, all linked together. We’re individuals. We don’t wish to exterminate innocent life. They believe they are the only beings worthy of existing.”
“So they’re control freaks?”
“They judge Earthers as inferior and kill any they find.”
“Would they pretend I’m an android when I’m not one?”
He stood. “Don’t insult me. I’m nothing similar to the Markus Models. They killed at least one of your crew members by dissecting him while he was still alive.”
She reeled back, her stomach heaving. It was a fight to avoid throwing up the food she’d just gotten down. God, don’t ask who it was. She didn’t want to know. It hadn’t been her father. His body had been dressed and on the floor.
“I apologize. That was harsh. But you piss me off. Don’t make accusations like that, it’s a deep insult to be compared to the Markus Models.”
She forced her chin up and glared at him. “So you’ve never killed people before?”
“Only in self-defense.”
“What’s your version of that, just to be clear?”
“When they attacked or meant to do us harm first.”
“I guess we can agree on one thing. Our definition of that is the same.”
“I’m going to shower before sleep. I’ve been up for nearly twenty-nine hours.”
He moved past her, entered the cleansing unit, and she managed to pick at more of her food, trying to eat as much of it as her stomach would allow. It might be a while before he fed her again.
It didn’t take the cyborg long to get clean, since the unit was only on for about two minutes. It opened and Nala turned her head.
Shock hit hard as he stepped out only sporting a towel wrapped around his waist. The fork clattered to the floor.
Her gaze flickered down his body, taking it all in. No
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