“I forgot how tight it is.” Sandon’s eyes glowed as his gaze roamed over her figure. “It’s perfect.” The wolfish words made her smile. Until she remembered why she was donning it. “Maybe you should get your own on, rather than leering, mister sex maniac.” She smiled a little to soften her words. As he started stripping his clothes, his eyes shone and she turned away, aware there was no more time for now. Maybe not ever again. Levia curled her hand into a tight fist at that thought. For four days, Levia had split her time between preparations for the showdown she was sure lay just over the horizon, and setting contingency plans in place. Preparing for the worst. Doing things she didn’t talk to Sandon about. If she died, well, she wanted to be sure he was protected, at all costs. Her will was sparse. Everything she had would go to Sandon. So long as she could protect him and get him out of there alive. The thought, as always, soured her stomach. They’d entered orbit above Antares, named for some long distant star.
