Chapter 8
FarisHer smile was radiant, like the sun breaking through the clouds. Faris hated to steal her sunshine.
“We must remain here until tomorrow. Possibly the day after,” he said.
The smile faltered. “It’s been two years. I suppose a day or two won’t make a difference.”
For her, no. For her friend, it depended on who purchased her from the auction, if her pod had been in the auction at all.
She stretched, arms over her head, and the hem of the tunic lifted. Leaning to the left, then to the right, she complained about sore muscles.
“That is a side effect of the stasis. I know what will make you feel better,” he said, unable to look away from her thick thighs. They were so nude; no scales, just beige flesh that promised so much delight. When they were in the bed, he noticed that
