Jazin grabbed Star around the waist with one arm and placed his hand over her mouth with the other. Her muffled curses and threats could still be heard. He let go of her mouth when she swung her arm around, almost clobbering him in the head. His hand gripped her wrist and he looked pointedly at the pan she held in her hand.
“Luc wouldn’t give me the laser pistol,” she muttered. “He said he needed it to protect me if the bad guys got past you and Jarmen and made it into the kitchen.”
“Where is he now?” Jazin asked.
“Jon Paul is with him,” she said, turning in his arms and dropping the pan to the floor where it bounced with a loud clatter against the metal floor. “I was so scared,” she whispered before she pulled his lips down to hers in a desperate kiss fueled by fear and relief.
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