Chapter 83

Riley didn't know what to think. On the one hand, when the imposing figure dressed head to toe in space gear had shown up at her cell door, kicking his way in like some movie action hero, she'd felt such fear then hope as he stated his intention to rescue. Then he'd made it clear with his tone and words that he didn't consider her a victim, but a prisoner. And the way he spoke of her, as if they weren't from the same species. . .

She sneaked peeks at him as they strode up the violence-splattered hallway to the loading bay. With the environmental suit he wore, she could discern very little about her rescuer other than the fact he bore a human shape. Then again, the mutant bodies she'd examined were also bipedal.