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I had Agatha and in a slightly better setting—a secluded island out in the middle of nowhere, for example—it might not have seemed so bad.

But here and now, while we were trapped on a Creator-forsaken desert rock in the middle of nowhere?

Agatha waited patiently at the bottom of the mountain dune, hand raised over her eyes to block out the worst of the sunlight.

“Well?” she said expectantly. “Did you see it?”

I growled under my breath, unable to tell her the news.

I wasn’t sure even I believed it.

If it was true, I didn’t know what we were meant to do now.

I stalked past her and fell into the shadow cast by the Desert Flower statue.

I ran a hand over my face, having begun to perspire from the descent down the sand dune.

I wiped my palm on the leg of my pants.

Agatha stood over me.

“Well?”

I didn’t say a word and didn’t look up at her.

Agatha’s arms flopped to her sides.

“It’s not there, is it?”

There were so many ways to respond to her, so many things I wanted to say.

But only one word could form on my lips.

“No.”

Agatha fell to her knees and stared at the shadows between my feet.

“Then what happens now?”

“Now? Nothing. That’s what happens now. A big fat nothing.”

“I thought your crew was supposed to leave a shuttlecraft here for you?”

“Yeah, well, they didn’t,” I snapped.

“Maybe the guards found it and took it away.”

“If they had, they would be all over the place now, knowing we would come here looking for it. We would already be in their custody.”

“Then what happened?”

“My crew lied to me,” I said, biting off the words one by one.

“But you said they were a good crew.”

“They were. At least, I thought they were.”

Agatha was on the verge of tears and the sound of her being so upset—because of me, no less—drove a spear through my heart.

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