I'm a slave in the Empire's prison; he is a prisoner, for now.I wince when the whipping marks on this big muscular blue zalcor scream at me. There is blood, but he holds back a moan. I can die if the guards find out I tried to help him, but... There is no reason I should want to help him, but the way he looks at me and makes my heart race...When sirens echo in the corridors and the prison almost explodes into pieces, I find myself in his arms. We aren't locked up anymore. What does that mean? Maybe he isn't just a prisoner and he is very different from me. He puts me on a spaceship and whispers safety in my ear. Is that the safety I need? And is he... the one I don't know I want and need?