Velocity Weapon (The Protectorate, #1)

by Megan E. O'Keefe

“Naked wet girl in here!” she yelled at the top of her sore voice. Echoes bounced around her, but no one answered. “For fuck’s sake.”

Freedom always felt good, even when it was a false one.

“Are cats… real?” She bit back a laugh. “Yes, they are. Rampant on Earth. We humans have loved the furry murder machines since the time of the ancient Egyptians. Loved ’em so much we took ’em with us to the stars.”

He looked good next to her on camera. She thought he’d look good next to her in bed, too, but she liked to keep things professional. At least for a while.

“Being offended by facts is a long human tradition.”