Chapter 102

“Keep moving, sexy.”

The staircase ends in a short, unlit

serviceway—the only light comes from the end of the hall, which

opens out on the commons area. I can hear the faint rush of water,

and the walls around us dance with red dappled reflections, cast

from the fountain just beyond the doorway. I don’t know what I’m

expecting—angry colonists, maybe, armed with pitchforks and crying

for our blood, I can’t seem to shake that image from my mind—and my

heart begins to race with each step we take away from the stairs. I

have to fight the urge to turn and run away, back down the stairs,

out the airlock door and to the Semper Fi, and I don’t care

if I don’t know the new security code, I don’t care if I don’t know

the route, it’s safeback there. But with Dylan’s hands on

my waist, I can keep putting one foot in front of the other just

because I know he’s here with me, he’s going to stay with me, we’ll

get through this together.

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