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Make Roan fall in love with you. And then break his heart.

“I can’t believe Chloe had anything to do with our abduction,” I say instead. “But she’s his assistant, which meansshe’s got sway over his decisions. She can help us ensure Mr. Smith fulfills his end of our deal and actually returns us to Earth after LOVE GALAXY.”

“It can’t hurt to ask,” Lydia agrees with a single-shoulder shrug.

“Really?” Briar asks. “Because Chloe hit me over the back of her head with a paperweight. That’s my abduction story. What’s yours?”

“She hit you?” That doesn’t sound right. I glance over my shoulder at her. “Are you sure?”

“Yep. I’ve got the lump on my head to prove it.”

“I—” I struggle to justify what Chloe did. “Probably, Mr. Smith blackmailed her into helping him, like he’s blackmailed us into complying with his orders. Chloe probably didn’t have any choice.”

“Right… Well, you ask Chloe for help, if you think that will work,” she agrees.

It isn’t quite the glowing endorsement I’d been hoping for. Nevertheless, beggars can’t be choosers, and so I give her a thankful smile.

“But we should still try to find the cockpit,” she adds. “Maybe Lydia and I can secretly search while you’re being interviewed. Mr. Smith and Chloe can’t possibly watch all of us all the time. Maybe you can drag out your interview for as long as possible to give us more time to search the ship. Act stupid or something. Get them to repeat all their questions. You can?—”

She snaps her mouth shut as Chloe sticks her head around the doorway, motioning for me to follow.

I take a deep breath. My heart’s suddenly racing. I’m nervous again, and not just because Briar’s entrusted me with creating a diversion.

I’ve waited two years for this moment—my first interview on reality TV. For twenty-four months, I’ve been preparingpossible answers and practicing facial expressions in front of my bathroom mirror for this exact moment.

Sure, I never imagined my debut into celebrity-ville would be on alien TV, but TV is TV wherever you are in the universe. And I have every intention of making myself proud and of proving to everyone watching— I mean, of proving to everyalienwatching that I’m a good person. That I’m a successful person.

That you’re a heartbreaker,my brain adds, but I ignore it. Stupid brain.

Holding my smile on my face, I brush the last of the dust out of my eyelashes and follow Chloe into the interview room, on my best behavior. Ready to create a diversion.

Chapter Eight

The LOVE GALAXY Official Fan Chatroom

Private chat | 3 members

ROAN:

So… I might have made a terrible mistake…

SkyLander:

NO! What do you mean?

F Crew:

What the fek happened?

SkyLander:

Tell all the gossip!

SkyLander:

!!!

Roan

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