Jonathan once promised he'd let me die if necessary to save the ship or crew, acknowledged that if it were my duty, he would respect that.

My memory is fragmented, but there's one icy pool of clarity—his face bent close to mine, lips whispering that he loved me, and was so sorry that it had to end this way. I nodded, knowing the time we had spoken of had finally come. I was proud of him…for keeping his word.

So why the hell am I here?

Immobilized.

Drugged.

Alive.

Furious.

Loving him more than I ever thought possible.

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