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Brax

This was my dream come to life, not exactly the way I’d imagined, but better. Miranda needed Trist. I had wounded her, left her alone when she needed me those long months on Trion. I had broken a bond of trust—no, not broken, her previous male on Earth had done that—but I had reinforced the idea that she could not depend on a male to be there for her. To put her first