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I fixed Draw with a look and began to dance.

I ran my hands over my body, the swell of my breasts, and narrow waist.

I kept my eyes on him and as I performed, stripped one item at a time.

Draw’s mouth fell open and drool seeped from the corner of his lips.

And there, protruding from the folds of his flowing robes, his cock.

I was relieved to see it wasn’t big.

As I danced closer, I reached for it, my arm protesting every inch of the way.

Before I could touch it, Draw snapped a hand around my arm and pulled me to his face.

“Nice,” he said. “But not my dream. Do you wish to know what my dreams are?”

No, I didn’t, but I smiled sweetly and nodded.

He leaned forward and whispered in my ear, his grip on my arm so tight, I thought he might break it.

As his dreams spilled into my ears, I quickly realized that his dreams would soon become my nightmares.

6

EGARA

“You must be pleased to be reunited with your beloved shuttlecraft,” Piggy said.

My escort had been silent or outright demeaning the entire time I’d had the misfortune of stumbling across the hateful little man.

Now, after Agatha had been taken from me, he was all chatty and happy smiles.

I wondered if secretly he didn’t enjoy the role reversal.

As a captain, even of a pirate ship, I outranked him by some margin as a merchant’s lackey, and he knew it.

Right now, he was top dog and he kept a close eye on me as he led me to my shuttlecraft for me to inspect.

I ran my hands over it, taking some comfort in her coolness.

I was touching a part of me that I thought I’d lost all those months ago when I’d been convicted of piracy and sent to the slammer.

I felt a connection to the machine and felt the warm humming in the depth of the vehicle’s soul.

We’d shared many adventures together and it was easy to form connections with things when you were under pressure.

That had always been true.

I was closer to my crew than I was to anyone I had ever met.

Anyone except Agatha.

She completed me in ways I had only ever dreamed about, the kind of fated mate they taught us about in schools, the sort of love every couple experienced at some point in their relationship—even if it was short-lived and never stood the test of time.

I already had that with Agatha and I wondered how long our relationship would remain special after she put her life on the line to save mine.

She gave herself to Draw to save me.

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