“You’re making my neck tired.” Jag sighed from where he sat on his bed, arms folded across his chest.
Dani stopped and glanced down at the floor. There was a considerable difference in the amount of shine along the path she had been pacing. “Oh...”
“Right. Oh.” Jag stood and walked over to Dani, grabbing her firmly by the shoulders. “You need to relax.”
“But—”
“No buts. Now, I’m sure there’s something more entertaining to do in here than watching you wear a groove in the floor.” Jag started digging through the cabinets.
Dani huffed and looked around the quarantine cell. She was starting to feel as though she were a prisoner constantly getting transferred from one cell to another. She longed for the hint of freedom she was afforded on her ship and loathed the bland white interior of t
