Chapter 2
The woman was tall, at least half a head taller than Liam. Shiny black pants clung to thickly muscled thighs, and her long white shirt stretched over broad shoulders. Her salt-and-pepper hair was pulled back into a tight bun at the nape of her neck. The wrinkles in the skin around her eyes said she was prone to smiling, but the scowl she was currently directing at Liam was anything but amused. The tailoring of her shirt suggested a uniform, but if she wore any insignia, it was covered by her crossed arms.
At first, Scout wondered just how heavy this woman must be that she could stand upright in the microgravity. Liam, with all the body modifications that came with being a galactic marshal, could stand and even walk around the cabin with only the slightest of springs to his step
