Flint was gone but she was still in his room. That had to be a good sign. She used the cleaning unit and put on one of Flint’s shirts. The entire time she ate she wondered if Flint was talking to Iron. What if Iron wouldn’t sell her back? Fear hit her. It still hurt slightly that Flint had sold her in the first place. She finished breakfast.She paced. Being locked in Flint’s quarters was boring. He didn’t have any entertainment units. Most living quarters carried vid players or music players. Flint’s didn’t. Hours passed before the doors finally opened. Flint walked in, wearing his uniform. His grim expression made her heart slow in dread.“Is everything all right?” Mira asked, afraid.Flint hesitated while the doors shut behind him. “Iron wasn’t happy when I asked him to sell you back to me or when I reminded him of our longstanding friendship. I had to tell him how much I wanted to keep you to try to get him to revoke the sale.”“But did he sell me back?” She heard the desperation in her voice.Flint hesitated again.
