As she wriggled a few more feet, the stench of dirty bodies and stale urine assaulted her senses. She swallowed hard to keep her stomach from protesting the familiar smell. She hated this strange planet. The bright suns that made her eyes hurt. The fast rains that left flooding in their wake. But most of all, she hated the Morgee. The metallic aliens that enslaved children, using them up as though they were nothing more than tools to be replaced when they wore out. The way had used her too. Until she’d escaped. In Janai’s fifteen years, nothing had been so sweet as that day.

And here she was now, right back in the slave camps she’d so desperately run from. Her mind threatened to shut down, her bowels to loosen. Terror put her on the brink of being ill. She took in a long breath and forced her mind to calm in order to concentrate on her task. No point terrorizing herself more than necessary.

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