Bituin stared at the Qahrrian, who had an air of command and was too different from the green guards they had on this spaceship. There was something in him that told her she could use him, starting off with equipping herself with more knowledge about Qahrrians and their ways, especially in combat. Maybe… just maybe… she could get something significant for future use.
She stepped away from Cin’Vik when he smiled, never leaving her eyes from him. “Tell me what you want with me,” she stressed.
“Your emotions,” he answered straightforwardly.
She scoffed. “Tell me something more that I don’t know.”
Cin’Vik’s eyes narrowed a little as he regarded her. “The interstellar slave fight system has been created for a long, long time now.”
Her brows furrowed. “How long?”
“Your ancestors have been
