“I think we’re ready to go,” Linsora said. “Haven’t lost your nerve, have you?”
“No,” he replied, staring back at the Dominator. “Just taking one last look at stability.”
“The skiff’s stability?”
“No, the stability of life in general.” His tone changed a bit then, and despite herself, Linsora felt a surge of anxiety zip through her. What if she had this all wrong? What if it was for nothing? “I feel we won’t see it again for a while,” Permac continued, only to furrow his brows at her. “Are you losing your nerve?”
“No, of course not,” she lied, knowing he could read her emotions at any time. “I just . . .”
“This is the right move,” he reassured her, and she nodded. “But I’ve grown sentimental for the Dominator. She’s where I got to know you better. A lot better,” he added with a wink, and she smirked.
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