It was cramped and uncomfortable—not to mention she’d nearly broken her neck getting into it—but somehow she felt more light and free right now than she could ever remember in her life. Running away had definitely been the right decision. Although the thought of being a quitter still rankled. Unfortunately, she hadn’t been left with a lot of choices. So she’d picked the most obscure transport she could find and stowed away—hoping there was less chance of someone thinking to look for her on the scruffy little freighter. It certainly made more sense than using one of the regular passenger transports. And the ship had been docked close to the waiting room. Trussed up in a blood red bonding dress didn’t exactly allow her to be inconspicuous, and there’d been no time to change. So finding the ship had been a gods-send. After sneaking aboard, she’d found the most obscure, disused spot she could find, settled in and prayed for the best. And it seemed to have worked. It had been over an hour since she had felt the force of the thrusters lifting her away from Thebia .
