Cyrus

Imogen’s whole body shook from the exertion. I wanted to congratulate her on the amazing hit, ask if she played baseball, and make a joke, but we didn’t have time. I needed to get us off the ship while she still had enough adrenaline in her system to keep her going. We didn’t have a second to waste. I grabbed on to her hand and tugged her toward the door where the asshole had entered.

We didn’t know what we would walk into or if we’d even survive on ...