He must've read my quizzical gaze because he said, "There's a bounty on you, you're on a spaceship full of ghosts, men who're trying to kill you, and another man who can't stop thinking about you. And yet I've seen your bravery more than I've seen you scared." He lifted a finger to trace my jaw. "Somewhere along the line, you must've decided to be free of everything you told yourself you were afraid of."
Had I? I didn't remember making a conscious decision to be free. But Mase, this man who both challenged and comforted me, had showed me through his kisses and his words what freedom could look like, what it could feel like. Was it time to embrace it and make it my own? Or had I already done that? Could I stop fearing the past so I could face my unknown future?
"Do you think that's what I'm doing?" I asked. "Sailing?"