“Kral, you know something. I can tell that much, but I can’t read minds.”
“Neither can he,” said Kral, nodding to Gordek. “Well then, just stay in contact with me. Would you do that much? If I don’t hear from you at least once a day, I’ll come over to Gordek’s ship to check on you personally.”
Linsora appreciated his concern, but wondered what possible help he would be against Gordek. She didn’t want anyone else caught in the crossfire. “Kral, thank you, but I'll be fine,” she insisted. “Yes, I’ll stay in contact, too. Have a good trip.”
“And you,” he said, “I meant it when I said I’d do what I could to help you get back to your Permac.”
With a warm smile, Linsora walked toward the bay with Gordek. It wasn’t until they were passing through the doors that it occurred to her she had never told Kral her mate’s name. Kral had already left the staging area by the time she turned back. What was it Capt. Haavens used to say when the Dominator was in a difficult spot? Caught between a stone and a fire pit? Something like that.
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