Chapter Eleven
Thirty-six hours was not a lot of time when it came to covering vast interstellar distances, even in a ship as amazing as Raphael’s. We had to leave right away.
“But I don’t have anything with me!” I protested. “No changes of clothes, no toothpaste…no deodorant, for God’s sake!”
“I can provide all of that,” he said, clearly not all that worried by my lack of hair serum to fight the frizzies. “It will be fine. I will be with you the entire time.”
Thwarted on that front, I tried another angle of protest. “And what am I supposed to tell my parents?” Jesus, talk about flipping out. Having them discover that I’d been intimate with Raphael was a drop in the bucket compared to having to inform them that I was about to travel halfway across the galaxy to face some sort of tribun
