Chapter Nine
Destin woke with a start, sitting up in the narrow bunk. A shudder went through him and he ran his hand down over his face. The nightmare still gripped him. He turned his gaze to the empty space next to him and frowned.
When in the hell did Sula leave? he wondered, dropping his hand to the covers.
He glanced around the dim interior of his living quarters. It did not take him long to realize that she was not in the room. Shoving the tangled covers aside, he twisted and sat on the edge of the bed. He was not sure how much time had passed. From experience, he imagined it had only been a few hours, because he never slept more than that at any given time.
He could only attribute his deep sleep to exhaustion from the previous night and his time with Sula. Hell, the way his body
