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Leo, Battleship Karter, Private Guest Quarters
A monster sat across from me. Scarred from temple to chin, Prime Nial’s second, a warrior named Ander, was the most intimidating Prillon fighter I’d ever seen. Like other Prillons, his skin was golden-hued, eyes a rich brown. Nearly as thick and tall as an Atlan, his shoulders were heavy and muscled, his gaze penetrating and unapologetic. The thick scar that ran from the top of his forehead, down the outside of his eye socket, along his check and down into his neck was hard to miss. It proved his fierce bravery, his time fighting the Hive. He was infamous as the male who stood shoulder-to-shoulder with the most powerful leader in the galaxy. Word was that Ander could not be bought. He could not be bargained with or cajoled. He was Prime Ni
