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Commander Ronan Wothar, Intelligence Core, Sector 438, Battleship Varsten
“You shouldn’t be here, Karter. And no female should be either. It’s too f*****g dangerous.” By the gods, it really was Makaed Karter, my childhood friend, and possibly the only person in the universe who could recognize me after all these years. Old instincts surged. He was my friend, closer than my own brother when we’d been young.
Rubbing my throat in annoyance, I looked from Karter to his companion. The Prillon warrior standing at his side had the markings of the second in command on his uniform. “You should have stopped him. That’s your job, Second. To protect him. Get him the hell off this ship. Now. I’ll send your mate directly, after she arrives.”
“You are in no position to issue orders, Ronan.” Command
