
Mireth has spent her life in the slums of an unamed waste planet littered with ship parts and Dianoga. Now her one friend in the universe wants her to join the ranks of prostitues employed by the First Order. After agreeing and discovering just what ship they will serve on, Mireth is less than thrilled. Not only is it the ship that destroyed her life years ago, but the only person who could sense what she can do resides on - and rules - the vessel. Even if she can lock away her powers, it is only a matter of time before they break the delicate seal. Sometimes, the controlled-chaos of life energy is all that keeps her together. Kylo has never needed the simple whores that the other men employ. He is quite capable of venting his anger in better - albeit more destructive - ways. But with the success of the Empire weighing on his shoulders, and several unsuccessful missions under his belt, he decides that maybe the girls are worth a try. Better than his own miserable company, at least. Selecting a random floor and a random room leads him to a night he will not soon forget. Even though their trysts leave Mireth more satisfied than she has ever been, she is resigned to the fact that she will never meet the man from the dark, as much as she would love to truly know him. Conversely, the wench has Kylo more twisted than before. She has him thinking of things he can never have. It is his destiny to rule the galaxy, isn't it? Only darkness can accept what he has become. Only abandonment awaits him in the light, so why does he want to take her hand?Hak Cipta Terpelihara