Chapter Three
Vilitos Cargo Ship; Space Dock 626
Survival instincts long buried rushed to the fore as Juliette checked Torrin’s vital signs. He had a very weak pulse. She’d gone to nursing school to save people. Comfort the sick. The dying. Her worst fear was being the cause of someone’s death, the possibility haunting her dreams at night.
The ship couldn’t take much more, shaking with each blast from the pursuing Vilitos. Juliette was relieved the autopilot was engaged and they were slowly pulling away, but she was afraid the ship wouldn’t hold up long enough to get out of range. She had to get them out of there, or they would both die.
She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, choking back a sob. There was no time for self-pity. Doubt. Recrimination. Their lives hung in the bala
