Chapter 177

"Five!"

Lilith heard the shock in his voice. "That is when my father sent me off with the gray ones to see if they could fix me."

"Hold on a second. What do you mean fix?"

"According to my medical files, I was a very sickly child. A dying child. My father, in a last-ditch effort to save me, made a deal with an alien race." The wanderers whose sole task was to scout new worlds and prospects, and by prospects, she meant biological beings.

"You were sold to aliens?" His tone pitched with incredulity.

According the memories-which she'd long kept locked away, along with the voice that got her in trouble-the galaxy, at large, paid well for abductees. Especially rare ones.