Alone later that evening, Marina sat at the dressing table brushing her hair. Placing the brush on the table, she divided her hair into four sections and began braiding it. In the mirror, she could see Mike sitting on the end of their bed, inspecting the weapon from his world.
“What will you do if we survive this?” she quietly asked, tying off the end of her hair and letting her hands fall to her lap.
Mike looked up at her and frowned. He shook his head and smiled. His gaze was deadly serious when he answered her.
“Not if, when we free your people, I’m not sure. I honestly haven’t thought that far with everything going on,” he confessed, rising off the bed and replacing his weapon in the leather holster.
“Will you return to your world?” she asked.
Mike’s expression grew thoughtful. Sh
