9
Brax, Battleship Zakar, Private quarters
I might as well have been in the brig. These bare, plain quarters were like a prison, for I was locked within. Even if I got the door opened, a Prillon guard was stationed just outside under Captain Trist’s orders. Miranda was on this ship, in the captain’s personal quarters. And not only was he a gods be damned Prillon, but he was second in command of the entire battle group.
Just my luck. Miranda is matched first to Prillon, but worse, to a hard-ass, uptight, calculating bastard.
Which was, I realized, exactly the kind of male she would respond to. She was a true submissive, heart and soul. The stronger her male, the safer she would feel.
Only now, locked in this farking room, did I realize the truth of it. I had not given her what she need
