She’d known a merchant ship would be docking today. Embracing her, both as an old friend and hated foe.
The sounds of the ship, like a living thing, enveloped her. Her body threatened to collapse under the weight of the ship's artificial gravity, as fatigue began to set in.
She struggled to steady her breathing, afraid someone would hear her. Damp blond curls tangled around her face, falling toward her ragged excuse for clothing and dirty bare feet. Heavy adrenaline coursed through her veins. This book is dedicated to Steven for your amazing love and support.Īnalia crouched in the shadows of the docking bay-shaking with fear, anticipation-hidden behind a large pile of cargo.
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