him?”
She glared at him as best she could while lying on a bench. “No, why do you think we meet there?”
He rolled his eyes. “Well, either someone saw you or he betrayed you. Which do you think it is?”
She sighed. “Someone probably spotted us. He was doing something illegal too, so I doubt he ratted me out. Who do you think the assassins were?”
He snorted. “I don’t know. I assume they’re trying to kill you to strike at your father. I think if it were the government, they would have come out and arrested you. You’re an important person. If they wanted to out you, they’d want to do it publically to make a point that even the upper classes won’t get away with what you’re doing.”
“You know your life is great when you’re happy it was a normal assassin and not the government.”
“Yep.”
“Approaching destination,” the computer’s robotic voice crackled. “Fasten your safety harness.”
He placed his arm over Jamila again and braced for the landing. They hit the floor of a hanger with a jolt that made his teeth rattle, but he didn’t move.
He stood and pulled Jamila to her feet. He leaned down to pick her up and she put her hand on his shoulder.
“I’m all right. I don’t feel any pain. I can walk. We need to go back through the window so we don’t run into anyone. Luckily, at this time of night, no one is working on the grounds.”
He nodded. “Okay, but if you feel faint or your leg hurts tell me and I’ll pick you up.”
“No problem.”
He took her arm anyway and she rolled her eyes. He didn’t want her to fall before he could catch her. It was better to lead her by the arm. They made their way slowly around the house as Jamila glanced around like she’d never seen the place before. In spite of her proclamation of feeling more focused, her gaze wandered in odd directions, her eyes vacant.
They reached her window, and he climbed through first and lifted her over before walking her to bed. “Lie right here. Don’t move. I need to tell your father that we’ve arrived so he doesn’t come looking for us. If he hasn’t already. And I need to get medical supplies.”
“Okay, I’m kind of tired and dizzy, so staying here is not a problem.”
Of that, he had no doubt.
Chapter Five
He’d saved her life. If he hadn’t been there, she would have been killed. She hadn’t even realized a grenade had hit the ground until the blast shook the earth. He was right, she didn’t know how much danger she was in. She and her father always had threats against their lives. But no one had ever tried that hard to kill her. He’d saved her and been injured in the process. How bad was it? When she’d looked, she couldn’t really tell where he’d been hit. Her eyesight was too blurred for that. She thought she’d seen a lot of blood. Would he be okay?
The door hissed faintly as it slid open and the large, slightly blurred figure of Galen came to stand over her bed.
“How you doing?” His deep voice sent shivers up her spine.
“I’m alright. The pain in my leg is starting to come back.”
“Right, well, I’ve brought the regenerator, so I should be able to fix that. Turn over.”
She flipped over onto her stomach and he went to work. The faint hum of the medical instrument was the only sound that filled the room.
“You were right to demand I stay home. I should have listened to you. I almost got you killed.”
He rubbed his hand over her back. “No, you were doing a good thing. But I wish I’d known what you were doing — we could have come up with a plan that was a little less dangerous. Like, I retrieve the food, and you hover over the city in the shuttle. That sounds much better to me.”
“I couldn’t tell you what I was doing. I didn’t know if you would turn me in.”
He clucked his tongue at her. “Come now, Jamila. You know what I am.”
“A slave.”
He snorted. “Yes, as well as other things. I would never turn someone over who was helping
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