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Cambry must have a flashing molest me sign over her head. She’d been trying to give off the don’t come near me vibe, but maybe it didn’t translate on this forsaken planet.
Sleep on the death pod would be impossible. Even without the constant shuffle and murmur of low voices filling the hall packed with 200 human refugees, Cambry didn’t trust the human male who’d settled his sleep pad next to her.
What she really needed, more than decent sleep, was a weapon. A laser g*n would be amazing, but she’d settle for a piece of piping or a stick. Even a sharp nail.
She’d seen the human chatting up another female at dinnertime. He gave off that creepy vibe that she’d learned at an early age to beware. When the female r
