The darkness in his eyes pulled her to him in a way she’d never expected. Her heart pounded as she imagined him, a young handsome Krinar, fighting off a horde of Kronosians and losing.
“My ship was cloaked, so I knew they would not find it, but as for me…” A tic worked in his jaw. “I was not so lucky. They were puzzled and afraid of my arrival, taking it as some ill omen. The translating device installed behind my ear took weeks to adapt and learn their tongue. By the time I was able to communicate in their tongue, they had decided I was a danger to them. They cast me into what they called the Wailing Pit. I landed on the bones of their condemned brothers, ones who’d perished by starvation. They expected me to die after a few days without food or water.”
Bianca reached across the table,
