Chapter 18

Hello, dirt floor. Imagine seeing you again. Waking in her old cell proved a bit of a letdown. However, it didn't compare to her shame at cheating on Rafe.

How could I have done that? Never mind her good intentions. Somehow, in her quest to rescue Rafe, she'd managed to hurt him instead.

She should have stayed on the ship. A ship that knew Rafe was alive. Annabelle, that conniving, rusty bitch knew all along what he was doing and didn't tell me any of it. The ship had played her for a fool, and that left Emma seething with ire. Hearing a rustle, she peeked to the side and, in the barely illuminated gloom, noted a figure crouched in the corner, melting into the shadows with his dark clothes.

She knew who it was, though. Rafe shared the cell with her. The guy who'd left her with his psychotic ship. It was his fault she found herself in this mess. His fault for leaving that damned computer in charge.