“You don’t have a choice,” the man said plainly, and the pair of them jumped, startled by the fact that he was listening in. “Look at me.”
Linsora and Permac turned their heads.
The tall man had a scar running down his face, starting beneath his left eye and curving toward his jaw. Permac’s mind flashed back to the onboarding and intake dock on Carratia, to when the crew was being processed for The Dominator.
The man who had walked off Haavens’ ship. Who had stopped to whisper in Permac’s ear before disappearing in a throng of others. This was him. How had he found them?
Linsora looked back and forth between them, and dropped her forkful of meat.
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