Page 13 of Star Claimed Omega
Astra grinned, a mischievous gold sparking in her amber eyes.
‘Don’t worry your little head. I can track him down. Everyone utilizing the executive-level showers must log in and out for security records. The maintenance team receives that record to verify who is in the area during our assigned duty.’
‘Astra, no way,’ Soleil protested.
‘You probably didn’t know about it because you got switched out with Keera at the last minute, so you didn’t get a briefing. I’m thinking we check who was clocked into the lakeside bathhouse at that time.’
‘Nada, don’t you dare!’
Soleil lifted her head, stretching a hand to stop her friend’s action, but she was too late.
Astra was already submerged in the roster manifest, scrolling through screens with a triumphant smile.
‘Shower block, Deck 27, stall three. Your time stamp states 1445. Let’s cross-reference it with the internal logs.’
Her fingers moved with swiftness.
‘Bingo. Only seven authorized pings on that level at that time. Six were maintenance tags.’
Astra’s eyebrows rose, her gaze glittering with victory. ‘One is priority-ranked.’
Soleil’s stomach plummeted.
‘Oh my freakin’ stars, the name comes up as Santiago Alvarro.’
‘Who?’
‘Only the Executive Officer ofLa Última Sombra.’
Astra fixed her gaze on her friend, whose eyes glittered with emotion akin to terror.
‘Nada’, Soleil whispered.
‘Naam,’ Astra confirmed, her voice laced with excessive delight.
‘You walked in on Xander Levine Roman’s deputy. The second most important man on thisfokkin’ dreadnought. One of the most lethal men in the entire flotilla.’
Soleil fought the hysteria climbing in her chest.
‘I’m dead. So freakin’ dead.’
‘Oh, you’re not in the least,’ Astra corrected, her tone playful. ‘But you’re toast to some degree. Charred, flame-grilled, and scorched for him, from the look on your face.’
Soleil was no longer listening.
Her mind spun.TheXO? A member of the Signet strong guard, the core unit that commanded the dominant mercenary group and prison ship in the galaxy?
A man rumored to make entire pirate fleets vanish?
Who flickered in and out of restricted weapons depots like a wraith?
Worse, she also had a mental image of him naked.
Not just a glimpse, but a full-bodied stare at his freakin’ generous junk.
Fokk.
She bit her lip, panic tightening its grip.
