CHAPTER FOURTEEN
Raia sat back in the co-pilot seat and moodily stared out the front windshield. She grimaced when a strand of her wavy hair fell across her face and she had to lift both hands to brush it back thanks to the wrist cuffs.
“You realize that these things really aren’t necessary. It’s not like there is anywhere I can go,” she muttered.
Akita ignored her—just like she had been ignoring her ever since she emerged from the regenerator. Raia leaned her head back, stared up at the ceiling of the Marastin Dow space ship, and groaned.
Being a prisoner sucks, she thought.
“Do you need to visit the regenerator again?” Akita inquired.
“No, I need to move. I’m not used to sitting around wearing wrist cuffs and being bored out of my mind,” she complained.
“It makes no sense to relea
