Calix’s POV.
After letting go of Thane, we released the Azaleans we held prisoners, and then retreated to our vessels.
“Weigh anchors!” Han’s voice clamored, resounding in the night breeze.
The lead vessel lurched forward as we set out for Tyr.
Inside the Great Cabin, I carefully cleaned my mate with warm water. She whimpered and flinched at my touch, shrinking away as if expecting pain. My jaw clenched. Weeks of torture had made her fear even the gentlest of hands. She believed everyone who came near only meant to hurt her.
Sighing, I reached for the bowl of soup on the table, scooped a spoonful, and brought it to her lips. “Here, have something to eat.”
She hesitated, and then finally parting her lips, she took a sip and chewed slowly. “The stars.” She giggled. “There are stars in
