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The door to Keli's cell slid open to reveal the young woman standing there with a hand pressed to her stomach, her face contorted in pain. It was almost as if she could feel the distress of their pilots.
Perhaps she could.
Jena scrubbed a hand over her face, raking fingers through her hair. “We need to have a conversation,” she said. “You're going to decide what you want me to do with you.”
The woman turned to watch her with a tight frown, her expression as cold as winter on Palisa. “So it's my decision now?” she asked, arching an eyebrow. “I thought you had decided to keep me prisoner.”
“Your people want you back.”
“Yes, that's quite the conundrum you have.”
“All right,” Jena said, nodding to the other woman. “You wanna play the stone-faced tough lady, I'll bite. Give me one goo
