exactly fly out of here anyway.â âSpeaking of hereâwhere are we? I know weâre on Aquatica, but how close are we to General Quarrelâs base?â âSee that peak?â Lucus pointed to a mountain ridge on the far horizon. âThatâs where we flew out of.â A shiver charted her spine as she stared across the valley. âDo you think thereâs any chance he knows we crashed back on the planet?â âLetâs hope to God not. Weâve got enough shit to worry about without adding Squid Face to the list.â He scruffed a hand through his hair and scanned the wreckage for a minute before pivoting and heading towards the exposed hole in the Liberty. Rubbing her arms, Rini abandoned her station to investigate the enormous boulder responsible for the mangled wing. The rock towered over her by at least ten feet and spanned twice that in circumference. Strange symbols were carved near the center of the rock. She traced a fingertip over the grooves, wondering about the origins of the symbols and their meaning. During her four years at the ranger academy sheâd studied the various alien languages, but there were so many itâd take a lifetime to learn them all. âWhat are you doing?â Jumping, she jerked her hand away from the rough-textured stone. Lucus tossed her the shirt draped over his shoulder. Apparently interpreting her blank stare, he shrugged. âYour skinâs so fair I worried youâd blister beneath this sun.â He was worried about me ? She immediately brushed away the tickle of happiness brought by the idea. It would be epically stupid getting warm fuzzies where Granger was concerned. The man was a smuggler, for crying out loud. If life had played out the way sheâd originally planned she might have been faced with arresting him. But he does kiss like nobodyâs business . A fierce hot flash swamped her at the reminder. Tugging the shirt on, she flapped the collar, trying to stir forth a poor excuse for a breeze. She followed Lucusâs interested scrutiny to the carved symbols in the rock. âI was trying to decipher them. Iâm afraid my knowledge isnâtââ â Khian tu jidah. â She stared at Lucus, shocked beyond words that he was versed in archaic alienese. â Okaay .â âTranslated from Illonican, it means Starflight Folly.â Buttoning the shirt, she tied the bottom tails into a knot. âJust a tad bit cryptic.â âNot really. Itâs the name of another ship that crash-landed in this valley.â He tapped his forefinger against another of the symbols. âKhtar. Heâs one of the crew members buried here.â â Buried ?â Her gaze immediately darted to the ground. âAre you telling me this rock is a freakinâ headstone? Good God, how big were these aliens?â Lucus chuckled. âI suspect the boulder is more a monument than a headstone.â âThen I donât need to worry about disturbing the grave of Khtar, the ginormous alien?â Lucus shook his head and she exhaled in relief. âThis might actually be good news. With a little scouting, maybe weâll find something from the Starflight Follyâs wreckage to jerry rig the Libertyâs control panel long enough to transmit a distress beacon.â For the first time in what seemed like forever, hope seeded in Riniâs heart. âGood idea. Iâll start checking the area past those cacti over there.â A warm palm clamped around her elbow before she could dash. She glanced up into Lucusâs narrowed eyes. âWhat? Weâre wasting precious daylight.â âYouâre not gallivanting off by yourself, damn it. We have no idea who or what could be prowling around.â âI wasnât planning to stomp into the desert with a big flashing eat me sign.â âBabe, you arenât stomping anywhere without me right