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“Shoulder-fired missiles,” he said, almost to himself.
“Can’t one of the other pilots do it? You can fly a passenger plane.”
“Pepper.” He stepped closer and took my clammy hands. His gray eyes held mine with sincerity. “I would be doing it to steer them away from you. To keep you safe.”
“No!” I pulled my hands away and backed shakily into the counter. “I needyouto be safe too!”
Rylen moved forward and enveloped me in his strong arms. I held him around the waist, breathing him in, squeezing him like I could keep him safe by sheer willpower.
These aliens were determined to break us before they exterminated us. “I hate them,” I whispered.
Rylen held me tighter. We stood there clinging to each other until my shift ended.
