Samara watched Adalard disappear through the doorway. She rubbed her chest, just over her heart. A sense of surrealism filled her, and she knew it was a form of shock. She looked at the man standing a few feet from her.
“Unless you want to see what ugly-crying looks like on a woman, I think it would be best if I had a few minutes alone,” she warned in a voice thick with emotion.
An expression that almost resembled panic flashed across the man’s face before he bowed his head. “I’ll leave you to—” He waved his hand in a circular motion. “If you need anything you can ask any of the crew members,” he said before exiting the room.
Samara took a long, shaky breath and looked out the window. She stepped closer, watching as a shuttle returned to the planet. Beneath her feet, she could feel the
