in registration.” Brom stared at Raesa. How did she know any of this? He was careful to cover his tracks. “Get to the point.” “The children were split up and sent through different outposts. Ten of them came through mine.” She wrapped her hair in a fascinating knot. The first stiletto slid through her tresses, somehow holding it place. “The kids told me something very interesting. It seems a majority of them weren’t hybrids, but you painted them that way. Why?” He sat on the edge of the bed and added a carmine dye capsule to etcher. “What happened to the kids?” He’d never asked, never wanted to know. If they met again, he’d bring them back into danger. “They were all placed with good families.” “Naive.” “No. Who do you think created their identities and found them new homes?” She sat beside him. Her stunning blue eyes captivated him. They were rare in this universe and perfect for his little hellcat hacker. “A hybrid is less than human to the Andovian Republic and their Imperial allies. No one cares about a bunch of hybrid brats. It was easier to slip them through the system that way.” He held out his hand. “It appears you know me a lot better than I’d anticipated.” “I’ve been following you and Captain Na’varr for a long time.” Why? He wanted to ask but knew he wouldn’t. “Tell me your plan.” She slid her fingers against his. “It seems like you and I did this once before.” Her expressions were fascinating. The joy in her eyes matched the smile on her face. “You held out your hand like this in the cargo bay, too. Thank you for trusting me.” Warmth spread from her touch. To trust her would be the most dangerous thing of all.
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Raesa’s skin tightened and ached where his etcher did its magic. It was a temporary pigment adjustment. Three weeks and it would be back to normal. No matter how many times she’d talked to those kids, it had never occurred to her to ask how uncomfortable it made them. With guilt she realized her irritation was selfish. Of course, they were used to hell. What was this to them? She pinched the bridge of her nose while he injected a new cartridge. “I’ll keep it to your face, neck and shoulders. There’s no point in going any lower.” Brom seemed uncomfortable, almost angry. “You don’t like the plan.” “I don’t like putting you in harm’s way.” “Do you have any other record-breaking hackers on your ship? If so, I’d be happy to step aside,” she snapped at him and hated it, but he’d been poking at her plan for the past forty minutes. “It’s not about your skill level, Raesa. Do you know what happens to hybrid women in captivity?” His jaw clenched. Raesa’s anger deflated in an instant. “Yeah. I know.” Their brutal deaths were burned into her retinas along with the broken female children who’d been brutalized on the mining colony. “Don’t think being fully human makes us immune to it, Brom.” He put in a new cartridge and started it up. “I know that. One more stripe and we’ll have enough to fool my own mother.” His smile was grim. No, he didn’t like the plan, but they were limited in resources and trust until their mole was caught. Their. After it all went down, she wanted to take them to Sakura and let Brom see the children he’d saved. The records for all the kids were buried in a safe away from their home. Unless the Outpost had a major cleanup of their ship graveyard, it was waiting for her. There was another side to this plan. If they managed to get free, their traitor would still be able to compromise their mission. She needed to create a communication deadspace. The only way to do that was from the border satellite. It was black crystal. Four years ago, she’d seen what shattered black crystal could do to a site. Every sliver would create a dissonance with each sound, effectively destroying the possibility of sending or receiving messages until it