Chapter Seven-2

1918 Parole

He wouldn’t even consider the significance of his not choosing to tell any being why he was leaving or where he was going. If Zander needed him, he’d hail him on his comms unit. He wore the same arm cuff all the trusted advisors wore. There. He’d finished the transmission. He tossed a few items into his travel case and stalked to the loading dock. The moment he got his ship into the atmosphere, his body started to relax. He hadn’t even realized how tense his muscles had grown from being apart from Mina. Not hearing enough from her, not knowing what went on in that beautiful mind of hers. Soon, he’d see her again. His cells began to come alive, a low hum that grew louder the closer he drew to Freedom . He’d punish her, of course. She hadn’t obeyed his request for her fantasies. And she

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