Chapter 371: Three Suns Hot

At the bottom of the ramp of the predatory-looking spaceship, he turned so that they stood facing each other. The ridge on his head caught the rays of the orange-brown sun and reflected them back into the sky. He bent down and pressed that ominous-looking ridge against her forehead. It pressed hard and unyielding against her skin. "Do not move," he said, barely above a whisper.

His skin burned her forehead; the harsh, brownish sun baked down on her vulnerable head. Her life had changed forever - did that witch Destiny plan to make it worse or better?