He brought the cup to the table and set it before Mayra. “Drink,” he said. “It will make you feel better.”
Mayra stared at the cup but didn’t touch it.
“You should have sold her to the bounty hunter,” Sanri said. “At least you would have made a few rubbals. More than she’s worth, especially in this state.”
“That’s it!” Nojan would never put his hands on a woman in violence, but this one tried his patience. “If you don’t shut your mouth right now, I’m gonna shove you in that compartment, and you can stay there until we get to Vartik.”
Sanri laughed, pulling herself away from the counter and sitting at the table. “Unfortunately for you, tight spaces don’t bother me. Now, if you really wanted to rattle me, you’d stick me on a planet without any available men.”
Nojan leaned his elbows on the counter, putting his head in his hands. How the fuck had things become so bad? They were headed home, escorted by a team of Vartik warriors, but Nojan feared that they were less safe now than they’d been during the entire journey.
A quick glance at Mayra made his stomach clench. How could he make it up to his angel? He wasn’t sure now, but he was willing to spend his whole life finding out.
