C90 A chance rescue

Back on the Uragiri, Lyssandra threw her head back, savoring the moment. “You know, I can’t recall the last time any man dared wound my flesh. I’m going to make you my special project, Gerald Dyson.”

“That doesn’t sound like a good thing,” Gerald quipped.

She leaned forward, twirling her long segmented ponytail in her fingers. “Tell me, Captain Dyson