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“So, he just said it was too late?”
The view through Novol’s living-room window was quite breathtaking. Melissa saw tiny lights in the windows of buildings that stood like shadows under a twilight sky. Beyond that, the dark waters of the ocean stretched on forever.
His apartment was cozy with a couch on the wall opposite the window and a lamp glowing on a small wooden table. It wasn’t very big, but Novol considered it a palace. He had told her that back on Ragnos, he would have had to share a space this size with at least three other people.
Cuddled up in her boyfriend’s arms, Melissa closed her eyes and rested her head on his shoulder. “He said the Overseers already have what they want,” she murmured. “That the only thing left is to pick up the pieces.”
Novol’s mouth was a thin li
