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Starla
The man who knows her name sign motions for Starla to get into the coffin-like crate in the back of the jeep, and she does, trusting, screwing her eyes shut against the sight of him putting the lid over the top. He’s the biggest man Starla has ever seen, tall as her station-born cousins but bulky, too, in a way that’s hard to get out in space. His expensive-looking suit is tailored perfectly around his broad shoulders and barrel chest. His skin is a rich, deep brown. Diamonds glitter in his ears.
Something about him feels familiar, she thinks. She’s not sure why, but something about this ferocious, g*n-toting man feels right.
And he knows her name sign.
The engine of the jeep thrums through her chest, each bump and stutter sending waves of pain and nausea sloshing up from he
