But with her hormones raging and a forced marriage contract hanging over her head, she was desperate enough to plead insanity and look anyway. Terrified her father would find her and drag her home to the male she despised, Azure searched the Equate Space Station located in World Two, Nashete territory. Here, every few years when casualties grew gruesomely high from the Great Galaxy War, the two populated worlds joined together to talk peace. Nothing ever came of these discussions, Azure thought as she tucked a curl of her powder-blue hair behind her ear and squirmed on a long, narrow bench against a scrolling info-wall. She watched the two peoples—Nashete, who were larger and darker, and Vitca, her people, who were smaller and paler—walk by in racially clean clusters, sneering and threatening each other. Their racism made her sick. Where were all the dual bloods her father spoke of with such disdain, the offspring of Nashete and Vitca intimates whose trinity-of-being—body, heart and spirit—fit together as pieces of a whole?
