It didn’t matter in the slightest that he’d offered her a clear choice and then stuck to his word. What mattered in her heart was that he’d given her a taste of the heavens and then yanked it away. Even after they’d been through such a harrowing experience, sharing the communion of fellow combatants. The deep bond between them hadn’t been just sexual—it hadn’t! She scrubbed herself in the shower-dry unit until all traces of their sexual union were obliterated, dressed in fresh clothing and sank down cross-legged to calm herself with meditation. All this soothing exercise did was give her a headache. When it was accompanied by a hollow rumbling from her stomach, she realized she was desperately hungry. In fact, she couldn’t remember her last meal. She thought it had been an attempted snack in the space terminal café, though she’d been anxious and excited about boarding the Orion and meeting Navos. Well, she’d gotten over that, at least.
