I'm more comfortable behind a keyboard. Code is my battlefield. But I don't need to hack into his systems to know a certain Shein warrior has a dark past... When death brushes by us on a mission, we're thrown into each other's arms. More than my world is rocked and in his strong bronze arms, I'm safer than I've ever been! His kisses burn away every ghost of my past, his touch enough to bring me to my knees. But when we're back on the Rogue Star, does it mean anything? And in the face of the dangers coming, should we let it?