Chapter 2
FarisA human.
Rotza.
Rotting rotzas.
Faris knew Rand had attended an auction of salvaged goods. Nearby asteroid belts damaged plenty of vessels, leaving them stranded and drifting. Scavengers would tow the ship to the nearest station with salvage rights of the cargo. The good stuff—mostly weapons, some luxury goods, but who was sending that to this stinking corner of the universe?—went up for auction. The rest was sold for scrap. Plenty of junkyards were full of abandoned ships, picked over for parts.
Rand was supposed to have purchased an antique blaster, a real gem in pristine condition.
Not a breeder.
There must have been a pod at the auction and he couldn’t help himself. Faris didn’t know if Rand planned to fill a nest with her, but the male liked pretty, expensive thi
