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Erin was faintly aware of something watching her. She always knew when someone was watching her. It was her sixth sense. It was probably a wild animal here to eat her.

Accept she didn’t sense animals watching her. If she did, she’d know every time Sander padded up on his silent paws. Not that Sander was an animal. That seemed a cruel way to think about him. He had more brains than her probably. Definitely not an animal.

That meant a person was watching her. Watching her cry.

Erin attempted to cease her tears and slowly they subsided. She slowly looked up while groping for her gun.

Gun…her gun was in the hands of Ehud. She gritted her teeth and narrowed her eyes at him.

He pushed the gun quickly back to her and fidgeted. At least she was a threat to him. Even short people like her can be intimidating. Ha.

She wondered if she should kill him, grab his supplies, and make a dash for the nearest spaceship. Or he could help her.

But if she stuck with him, he might murder her. Not that he could get close to killing her. Not after fifteen years of experience dancing with death.

Ehud asked her something about her favorite color and that his was pink.

Pink. Yuck. I prefer grey. Grey like Sander’s fur. Grey like clouds, and loneliness, and Feelix’s hair.

She gathered herself together, pulling her hair into a high ponytail, brushing away her tears, and straightening her uniform.

She turned her dark gaze to Ehud. “Let’s move.”