I stopped, angry tears trickling down my scaled cheeks. He didn't trust me, but damn it, I didn't trust him either. I looked completely different than when he'd seen me on the Black, but was there really no trace of my sister inside me that he recognized? I honestly didn't know. I hadn't had the guts to look in a mirror in weeks.
Behind Josh in the open door of the cruiser, a dark shape emerged. Large and familiar, with warm brown eyes, black skin and black clothes that made him little more than a shadow.
Captain Glenn.
Without a glance my way, he raised his arm and placed his hand on top of Josh's gun to lower it. "That's Absidy, part of my crew. You point that gun at her, you're pointing it at me, too, and you really don't want to do that."
Josh's gun hung by his side, his stare glued to me. "Ellison said it was just your arm."