witnessed,
forming a volatile cocktail in his mind. Buzz stiffened, then pulled out of Cassandra and sprang from the
bed. His mind was traveling at light speed as he tried to understand what had just occurred.
She’d drugged him. There could be no other explanation. Other than maybe she’d been telling the
truth . His traitorous mind whispered. Where in the hell had that thought come from? That would mean
she’d actually been in space, which wasn’t possible, was it? She did know all about the various
galaxies. Knowledge easily gained from a book or the internet. But what about the gold he’d seen? Had
it really been there? And if so, what was it?
It just didn’t add up. Nothing about Cassandra added up, it was as if she was too good to be true.
Anything too good to be true probably was. Nope, it had to be drugs. “What in the hell did you do to
me?” He staggered. “Did you slip me something?” he asked, pulling on a pair of jeans and a T-shirt.
She frowned, drawing the covers around her body protectively. “I did nothing wrong.”
Buzz stepped forward, anger and hurt surging through him. “I’m going to ask you again, what did you
give me?”
Her lower lip trembled and tears filled her eyes. “I gave you nothing but love.”
Buzz felt his chest constrict in a manner painfully similar to heartbreak. “I want you to get your things and
get out.” His mind protested the order.
Pain and disappointment slashed across her face. Cassandra rose from the bed, like a goddess from the
sea. Chin held high, she let the covers drop and walked naked across the room, grabbing her clothes and
dressing quickly. Afterwards, she reached into her sack and withdrew a silver object, which she brought
to the side of her head.
“What are you doing?” he asked, his voice breaking with emotion as he slipped on his Reeboks.
“I’m leaving, like you asked.”
“The door is over there.” He pointed, his fingers trembling from the effort.
She snorted. “I don’t need the door where I’m going.”
Buzz frowned. The hair on the back of his neck stood on end as all the conversations they’d had played
through his mind. “Cassandra?”
She held her hand out to stop his words. “I’ve told you the truth. It is up to you to choose whether to
believe me or not.”
Buzz’s gut clenched. He knew she was completely insane and obviously, her insanity was rubbing off
onto him.
Energy crackled in the room. The air around Cassandra thickened and began to swirl. Buzz’s eyes
bugged. Had she been telling the truth? Was she really from space? It wasn’t possible, was it? His
muscles locked as her lower body became fuzzy.
Last chance, she whispered in his head.
He flinched. Could he live without knowing, without her? The latter thought sent pain rocketing to his
heart in a resounding no! He didn’t stop to think, he just leapt. There was a bright light and the room
disappeared. When the spots stopped floating before his eyes, Buzz realized they were standing on the
bridge of a ship, which appeared to be in the middle of a jungle.
“It’s true,” he murmured to himself, his tense muscles relaxing one by one.
Cassandra smiled. “Of course it’s true.”
“I’m sorry,” his voice trailed off.
“Don’t be. You’re here now.”
He glanced out the viewing window. “Where are we?”
“In the jungle I grew up in.” Her gaze shifted to the instrument panel. “We’re still on Earth.”
Buzz nodded, trying to comprehend all that was happening around him. “Where are we going?”
“Planet Zaron .”
Excitement swept through him. His dream of returning to space was about to be answered. Fear and
anticipation filled his mind, reminding him again that he’d been grounded from space travel for a reason.
Buzz shrugged it off. He’d worry about the radiation poisoning later. “Never heard of Zaron.”
She laughed. “You will.” Cassandra motioned toward the instrument panel, then as if