“Took us three hours to find the place where I needed to blast, and I risked overdosing him to keep him moving. By the time we reached our transport, I’m not sure he remembered what planet we were on or his own name.”
“You treated him so you noticed his spine, but were already aware of his species. Surely you weren’t able to hide the burns from the rest of the crew? How come they didn’t spot he’s an alien?”
Axel’s gaze grew distant. “He healed in ten days. I stretched our expected return to the ship by four. By then…” He broke off, expression disturbing, haunting in an intimate, intense way.
“By then, I found another way to help him, so he healed enough to hide any pain until I got him to his suite. Then we told the others he had a fever, and I set his room to quarantine. Marshall, ever
