Chapter Twenty-Seven
Three days later, Adalard silently entered the hologram deck. Samara had taken over the smallest room for the most part, only vacating the room out of guilt at depriving other crew members of their access to it. She wandered the ship most of the time, seldom sleeping. He knew she was avoiding him.
She was sitting on a rock near a wide river. He recognized the area. It was just south of the palace. Hope filled him that she was giving his world a second chance and trying to acclimate.
“This is one of my favorite areas back home,” he commented.
She glanced at him before returning her attention to some far-off spot. He sat beside her and sighed when she didn’t look at him again. He ran his hand tiredly over his face.
“Emma said we should be on your world in a couple o
