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I ought to do, she
thought. Just let him go his own way.
He’s never going to play the roll I need him to—Sidna is right, he’s a
dangerous liability. All right…when I get back from the Devil’s Eye, I’ll do
it.
Her
heart was heavy as she made the decision and not because losing the Havoc meant
she’d basically flushed fifty thousand credits down the drain. Somehow, the
idea of loosing Thrace
was like a weight on her heart. It didn’t make any sense but somehow she’d
allowed herself to grow fond of the big Havoc. So fond that the idea of never
seeing him again made her eyes sting and her throat grow tight.
Don’t be an idiot, she
lectured herself, swiping angrily at her damp eyes. He’s just a failed experiment. An idea that didn’t pan out. Next time
maybe you’ll think harder before you sink credits into a scheme.
She
straightened up and took a deep breath. It was time to stop dwelling on the
problems with her troublesome Havoc and start concentrating on her strategy for
getting in and out of the Demon’s Eye in one piece tomorrow. And after she got
in and out with the Jaxite, how she
was going to sell it without a male body-slave to help her. Well, maybe she
could try to hire one for a few days from somewhere although she was afraid the
Yonnite mistresses would spot a fake…
I’ll figure it out, Trin
told herself. I have to. For now, one
step at the time. First I have to get the Jaxite to sell.
The Alacrity was in
the Delta-Xion quadrant now—a couple million light years from home, thanks to
her navigator’s extensive knowledge of stable wormholes. A few more hours travel
would take them to the Demon’s Doorstep—the planet the notorious space station
orbited. Trin needed to be ready when they got there. Her ship, her
livelihood—even her very life depended on it.
Still,
even as she tried to turn her mind to the Eye and what she would say to B’Rugh,
its owner, the big Havoc kept crowding into her mind, demanding her attention…
Chapter Six
Thrace tossed
restlessly on the cot. He had slept poorly and had wakened to the quiet sounds
of Trin getting ready to depart. He’d almost called out to her—wanting to say a
word before she left. But what was he going to say— I’m sorry? Thrace
snorted. Not fucking likely. Why
would he apologize to his captor? The female who had bought him and chained him
down. The one who refused to let him up from this fucking cot? Stubbornly, he
had turned his face to the wall again and drifted back off to sleep.
He
woke again with his head pounding and a blaster shoved in his face.
“Wha—?”
He stared groggily at the blunt silver-blue muzzle hovering just above his
nose. Gods, his head was killing him.
“Get
up.” The steely voice belonged to a female named Sidna, who he was pretty sure
was the ship’s medic. It was her voice he most often heard arguing with Trin
about what was to be done with him.
“Can’t
get up,” he said, glaring at her. “I’m chained to the fucking—”
“I’ve
unchained you. Stunned you first in your sleep to be certain you didn’t wake up
in the middle. I’m taking no chances with you, Havoc.” She waved the blaster at
him again. “Now get up— slowly. This
is set to kill so don’t get any ideas.”
“Wouldn’t
dream of it,” Thrace
said dryly. “What are you going to do with me?”
“I’m
getting rid of you while Trin is gone. She’ll probably be upset with me when
she comes back— if she comes back. But
that’s just too damn bad.”
“What
do you mean if she comes back?” Thrace
sat on the side of his much-hated cot, trying to regain all the feeling in his
extremities and relishing the feeling of freedom for the first time in days.
But the diminutive medic’s words troubled him. “Why wouldn’t she come back?” he
asked, looking at her.
“Because
she’s gone into the Demon’s Eye by herself with no backup,” Sidna snapped.
“She what?” Thrace exploded, standing up so
suddenly
thought. Just let him go his own way.
He’s never going to play the roll I need him to—Sidna is right, he’s a
dangerous liability. All right…when I get back from the Devil’s Eye, I’ll do
it.
Her
heart was heavy as she made the decision and not because losing the Havoc meant
she’d basically flushed fifty thousand credits down the drain. Somehow, the
idea of loosing Thrace
was like a weight on her heart. It didn’t make any sense but somehow she’d
allowed herself to grow fond of the big Havoc. So fond that the idea of never
seeing him again made her eyes sting and her throat grow tight.
Don’t be an idiot, she
lectured herself, swiping angrily at her damp eyes. He’s just a failed experiment. An idea that didn’t pan out. Next time
maybe you’ll think harder before you sink credits into a scheme.
She
straightened up and took a deep breath. It was time to stop dwelling on the
problems with her troublesome Havoc and start concentrating on her strategy for
getting in and out of the Demon’s Eye in one piece tomorrow. And after she got
in and out with the Jaxite, how she
was going to sell it without a male body-slave to help her. Well, maybe she
could try to hire one for a few days from somewhere although she was afraid the
Yonnite mistresses would spot a fake…
I’ll figure it out, Trin
told herself. I have to. For now, one
step at the time. First I have to get the Jaxite to sell.
The Alacrity was in
the Delta-Xion quadrant now—a couple million light years from home, thanks to
her navigator’s extensive knowledge of stable wormholes. A few more hours travel
would take them to the Demon’s Doorstep—the planet the notorious space station
orbited. Trin needed to be ready when they got there. Her ship, her
livelihood—even her very life depended on it.
Still,
even as she tried to turn her mind to the Eye and what she would say to B’Rugh,
its owner, the big Havoc kept crowding into her mind, demanding her attention…
Chapter Six
Thrace tossed
restlessly on the cot. He had slept poorly and had wakened to the quiet sounds
of Trin getting ready to depart. He’d almost called out to her—wanting to say a
word before she left. But what was he going to say— I’m sorry? Thrace
snorted. Not fucking likely. Why
would he apologize to his captor? The female who had bought him and chained him
down. The one who refused to let him up from this fucking cot? Stubbornly, he
had turned his face to the wall again and drifted back off to sleep.
He
woke again with his head pounding and a blaster shoved in his face.
“Wha—?”
He stared groggily at the blunt silver-blue muzzle hovering just above his
nose. Gods, his head was killing him.
“Get
up.” The steely voice belonged to a female named Sidna, who he was pretty sure
was the ship’s medic. It was her voice he most often heard arguing with Trin
about what was to be done with him.
“Can’t
get up,” he said, glaring at her. “I’m chained to the fucking—”
“I’ve
unchained you. Stunned you first in your sleep to be certain you didn’t wake up
in the middle. I’m taking no chances with you, Havoc.” She waved the blaster at
him again. “Now get up— slowly. This
is set to kill so don’t get any ideas.”
“Wouldn’t
dream of it,” Thrace
said dryly. “What are you going to do with me?”
“I’m
getting rid of you while Trin is gone. She’ll probably be upset with me when
she comes back— if she comes back. But
that’s just too damn bad.”
“What
do you mean if she comes back?” Thrace
sat on the side of his much-hated cot, trying to regain all the feeling in his
extremities and relishing the feeling of freedom for the first time in days.
But the diminutive medic’s words troubled him. “Why wouldn’t she come back?” he
asked, looking at her.
“Because
she’s gone into the Demon’s Eye by herself with no backup,” Sidna snapped.
“She what?” Thrace exploded, standing up so
suddenly
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