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Rok maneuvered the ship onto a small landing platform on a trading outpost. He’d have given anything just to stay in space, enjoying his little human who surrendered more to him with each passing planet rotation.
But their ship couldn’t withstand the flight without repairs. He flicked off the engines, unbuckled his harness, and swiveled to survey his little prisoner. He hated to lock her up, but he also didn’t have proper clothing for her.
“I’m coming with you,” she said instantly, as if guessing his thoughts.
He smiled. He liked when she showed her real self—not the slave persona she’d perfected. “Mierna, do you have any pants Lily might squeeze into?” The Venusian was short but rounder around the middle from her excessive drinking. Pants of hers just might fit his long-legged human
