"It's something I can help with. I can go to Earth and talk to farmers. Or I can shop for it in the supermarkets. It would be wonderful if all of us can eat it together in your dining room. I believe it's called a mess hall on board a ship."
"You will never go back to Earth. You are mine, and when you give my soul to me, we will be as one."
She wanted to bang her head against the table. Not that again.
He pointed at her plate. "You will eat this food now."
Aurora looked down at the sloppy mess on her plate and lost her appetite. She forced herself to take another small bite of the half-pulped, half-burned mess and took a large gulp of wine to get it down her throat. She'd have to let him know she preferred water in the daytime. She forced more food down her throat, thankful he'd steppe
