He’d jumped off plunging precipices with only a small parachute strapped to his back. He’d even dodged a spinning blade-covered puck. But he’d never really been afraid. Not until now. Bent over with his forehead pressed into the metal floor of the gannett, Kerrick discovered that his lungs were slowly filling with fluid, making it ever more difficult to breathe. His head pounded. Every muscle in his body protested from lack of movement. He had no idea how long he’d been here, because time ceased to have any meaning. The only good thing was that because of Sterlave and Chur’s interference, the recruits hadn’t been allowed unfettered access to his exposed and horribly vulnerable ass. “You can simply walk away.” Chur’s voice was soft, but his offer sounded almost like an accusation. Kerrick had always disappeared when things grew difficult. Three times he’d been forsworn to various women, but in each and every relationship, he’d let himself be caught with another, so that his intended would reject him, demanding his departure.
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