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Fill me up.”
    I swirl the black liquid in my glass as I search for the right words. I don’t even know where to start without telling him my entire life’s story. Drax waits patiently, his eyes fixed on me.
    “It happened when I was a kid,” I start. “I don’t know how old I was. Two? Three? It doesn’t matter. They took my parents.”
    “They?”
    “Aliens. I don’t know who, or why. I just remember a bright light, slender figures, my parents screaming. Next thing I know, I’m living in an orphanage.”
    I take a swig of my drink, the liquid burning all the way down. Warmth spreads through me, dulling my anxiety somewhat.
    “This was before we even made first contact. No one knew we weren’t alone in the universe. No one believed me. They thought… they thought I was crazy.”
    I can’t help but snort at the absurdity of telling an alien warrior general that I got teased for believing in aliens my whole life.
    “I got moved from one foster home to the next. No one wanted the crazy kid with the weird scars.”
    Unconsciously my hand rests on my wrist, hiding the mark. I’ve been doing that all my life; it’s second nature to me. But this time I lift my sleeve instead, showing it to Drax.
    “I don’t know what it is either,” I say. “All I know is it glows sometimes, and when someone touches it, it hurts like hell – so please don’t. I think it has something to do with the abduction. That’s why I’m going to Vortex. I’ve been looking for answers my whole life, and half a year ago I received a strange, encrypted message. It was sent directly to my datapad from some off-world sever, rerouted enough times that I couldn’t trace the signal. I almost deleted it, thinking it was just garbage, but something stopped me. I ran it through some programs on a hunch, and I found an image of a symbol. The same one on my wrist. Along with my name and the coordinates of Vortex Station.”
    I take a deep breath, knocking back the rest of my cuhla .
    I can still see Barb’s angry face perfectly when I told her of my plan. Her face was as red as her curls. You’re going where?! Are you out of your damned mind?! Despite my best friend’s pleads and shouts, I left Earth. I had to.
    I hope she’s doing okay.
    I take a deep breath, my palms sweaty. I did it. I trusted another human being – well, Zoran in this case – with my biggest secrets. Only Barb has ever stuck by me, so I wonder how long it’ll take for him to leave me.
    “That’s it,” I say. “That’s all I know. I told you I wasn’t going to be of much help.”
    Drax leans forward, taking my hands into his large, oversized palms. His hands are at least twice the size of mine, if not more. Our fingers interlock, and he holds my hands tightly.
    “I’m sorry for what happened to you, Isabella Parker.”
    “Call me Isa.”
    “Isa.”
    I can’t suppress a smile. Zorans take everything so literally – it’s a welcome break from human society, where everything feels clouded in a mist of hidden intentions. With Drax, what you see is what you get: One giant, headstrong, fiercely protective, azure-blue alien, with a body to die for.
    “I can run the message through the ship’s computer, if you want,” he offers. “I’m sure it’ll crack whatever encryption there is. It might tell us what we’re dealing with.”
    “That would be nice. Do you… do you think it’s all connected? My message, the Flaming Fang, all of it?”
    Drax nods decisively. “Something’s going on,” he says. “Something’s not right. I don’t know how, or why, but we’re getting to the bottom of this.”
    His squeezes my hand.
    “Together.”
    A warmth spreads through me. In one day, Drax has gone from my captor, to my almost-lover, to my savior, to my friend. Perhaps now, that we’re all alone, we can rectify the almost part.
    I’d like that. A lot.

10

Drax
    “ Y ou should let me clean your wounds.”
    I plotted a course for Vortex Station and fed the