Ghwenn awoke feeling refreshed and rested. It had been a while since she'd enjoyed an uninterrupted period of slumber. During her escape, she'd woken at every tiny blip of the ship's computer. On the way station, she kept moving around lest someone find her. Even when she snuck aboard the Gypsy Moth, she slept in snatches, knowing she could be discovered at any time.
It was rather surprising she slept at all given the man they'd entrusted her to. Yet...his gruff nature, and his lack of interest in her, provided a rather soothing relief.
He truly wanted nothing to do with her. She might not be able to control his mind, but she could feel his disdain. Yet that wasn't the only thing lurking inside him. Abrams was in pain, too.
She wondered if it was on account of his scars. They puckered t
