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forehead to punctuate her final words. “You’re not worth my time.”
    Lurching back to avoid her touch, Doran pointed at the top of the stairs. “Don’t let me stop you. Your passage here is unpaid. I’d hate to see you arrested as a stowaway.”
    But despite her bold words, Solara didn’t budge.
    Couldn’t
budge.
    Beads of sweat formed along her upper lip, because once she left the safety of this transport, there was no turning back. She would never survive out there. And if she stayed on board the
Zenith
and the crew caught her, they would show no leniency. Not with her conviction so fresh. They’d send her to one of the prison colonies, where she would spend the rest of her life mining the fuel ore that made Doran so rich.
    No.
    She couldn’t lose her freedom over him. There had to be another way.
    “Better hurry,” he said with a smug smile. “I’ve traveled on plenty of vessels like this, and they don’t take all day to refuel.”
    While he gloated, Solara scanned the engine room for anything she could smuggle out and barter for passage on another ship. She spotted an upgraded gravity drive, but without the tools to remove it, the device was useless to her.
    Think harder,
she told herself.
There’s always unexpected currency to find.
    Then her gaze landed on Doran’s indenture band, the one that joined them as master and servant, and the solution hit like a lightning bolt to the head. That bracelet was the most valuable hunk of metal on board, because he’d linked it to his credit account. And Doran’s credit was limitless. Just last week, he’d gambled away a lifetime’s fortune in the casino as if it were spare tokens he’d found in a jar. If she overpowered him and took his bracelet, she could use his money to hire a private ship.
    Solara chewed the inside of her cheek and sized him up—six feet, two inches of lean, sculpted muscle. His bulk came from a gym, not a worksite, but that wouldn’t make him any less strong. Overpowering him was out of the question.
    “What’s the matter?” he taunted, leaning against the stair rail with one booted foot crossed over the other. “Afraid you’ll miss me?”
    She sneered at him. “The only thing I’ll miss is the chance to flush you out the waste port.”
    He laughed. “You’re not very nice for a girl raised by nuns.”
    Solara was about to retort,
Maybe they weren’t nice nuns,
when she remembered Sister Agnes’s parting gift—the tiny weapon tucked inside her pocket.
    She drew a hopeful breath.
    The stunner dispensed a fast-absorbing liquid drug with enough neuro-inhibitors to drop a mule. One touch to Doran’s skin and he’d be out cold in seconds. Better yet, when he came to, he’d have a nasty hangover and wouldn’t remember his own name. That meant he couldn’t tell anyone she’d stolen his band, at least not for a day or two, which was more than enough time to put a few solar systems between them.
    Solara reached into her pocket and closed her fingers around the stunner while trying to ignore the sudden guilt tugging at her stomach. This didn’t make her a bad person. Doran had left her with no other options—it was life or death. Besides, the toxins wouldn’t hurt him.
    At least not permanently.
    She reminded herself of that as she positioned the button inside her palm and flicked the tiny activation switch. “I’d better go,” she said.
    Doran nodded. “And soon.”
    “Thank you for taking me this far. And for the new clothes.”
    “Don’t forget the boots.”
    “And the boots,” she agreed while extending her hand to him. “No hard feelings?”
    The peace offering must have surprised him, because his eyebrows twitched. But even after he recovered, he made no move to touch her. He only stood there and tugged at his earlobe while refusing to look her in the eyes. It seemed the Great Doran Spaulding was too good to shake hands with her.
    Solara solved that problem by grabbing his wrist.
    There was just enough time