Jordan’s hands trembled as she carried the tray. She knew the guard had seen her. He rose out of his chair in the small control room and stretched. Her fingers tightened around the small laser pistol she held in her hand as he stepped out of the door. She had never killed anyone before and the thought of doing so made her sick to her stomach. The only thing keeping her going was her memories of Dagger locked in battle in the cage. She couldn’t let him go through that any longer.
“What do you want?” The guard demanded.
“I… I brought you refreshments,” Jordan responded hesitantly. “I was told by the man in the kitchen to bring it.”
She lowered her eyes when the filthy male rubbed the front of his pants before rubbing his hand across his mouth. She knew what she would see, the same look th
