Gorde
Gorde“What are you thinking about?” I turn to Benn, pretty sure I already know, from the expression on his face.
“Danica.” He sighs. We’re silent for a minute, and the only sound is the faint thrum of our engine as we speed towards Zandia on our rescue craft.
I glance over; the rescued human and her two young are fast asleep in the sleeping platform in the far alcove, a silvery flight blanket draped over them, but I lower my voice anyway. “Specifically?”
“When I was talking to her”—he gestures to the human female—“Mikala, I realized we were too harsh with Danica. At least, I was too harsh.”
I don’t reply. He continues, “I told Mikala there are all kinds of families in this galaxy.” A tendon twitches in his neck. “Maybe…we were too hasty to push Danica away. Perhaps the three of
