Benn
BennMy comm hums and flashes, awakening me. The human—Danica—sleeps, her lashes fluttering against her cheeks. I see her pulse in her neck, the way her chest rises and falls. Is she dreaming, the way we Zandians do?
The comm flashes again, so I get up, my mind switching fast into military mode. “Captain.” I stride away from the sleeping platform so I don’t wake her.
Captain Rok’s face flashes in front of me. “I need you and Gorde to divert to Hectan-3. There’s a potential Zandian there.”
I lean forward. “Female?” My heart pounds with a mixture of excitement and concern. I glance back at Danica. Yesterday, finding a female Zandian for myself was the only thing I wanted in the universe. Today—
He raises a hand, gives a short bark of laughter. “Male. If you leave now, you can be the
