Claire slumped on the seat. A lost puppy. She was Venturo Escana's rescued mongrel. The handsome golden man felt sorry for her. He knew that he stunned her and he felt pity for her. Her pride didn't just sting, it twisted in contortions. She wanted to crack her shell open, show him the full power of her mind, and scream, "Look at me!" They would throw her off planet so fast, she wouldn't have a chance to blink. Fatigue flowed over her in a heavy wave. She had a job. She had an apartment. No matter how bad it was, it had to be better than the concrete box on Uley.
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