Chapters (54)
- Title Page
- Also by Aileen Erin
- Dedication
- Chapter One
- Chapter Two
- Chapter Three
- Chapter Four
- Chapter Five
- Chapter Six
- Chapter Seven
- Chapter Eight
- Chapter Nine
- Chapter Ten
- Chapter Eleven
- Chapter Twelve
- Chapter Thirteen
- Chapter Fourteen
- Chapter Fifteen
- Chapter Sixteen
- Chapter Seventeen
- Chapter Eighteen
- Chapter Nineteen
- Chapter Twenty
- Chapter Twenty-One
- Chapter Twenty-Two
- Chapter Twenty-Three
- Chapter Twenty-Four
- Chapter Twenty-Five
- Chapter Twenty-Six
- Chapter Twenty-Seven
- Chapter Twenty-Eight
- Chapter Twenty-Nine
- Chapter Thirty
- Chapter Thirty-One
- Chapter Thirty-Two
- Chapter Thirty-Three
- Chapter Thirty-Four
- Chapter Thirty-Five
- Chapter Thirty-Six
- Chapter Thirty-Seven
- Chapter Thirty-Eight
- Chapter Thirty-Nine
- Chapter Forty
- Chapter Forty-One
- Chapter Forty-Two
- Chapter Forty-Three
- Chapter Forty-Four
- Chapter Forty-Five
- Chapter Forty-Six
- Chapter Forty-Seven
- Off Balance
- To My Readers
- Acknowledgments
- About the Author
I sat at my desk in the dark and watched the news on the vidscreens. The students had all left hours ago, and Roan was now changing in the back. He’d stayed to spar with me, sans padding, after my classes. It was nice of him, especially since he knew I was going to kick his butt.
It’d been a good workout, but I was still on edge from my slip-up with Hillary. If I wanted to relax, then I needed to let my body really move. But I couldn’t do that, even with Roan. He could barely keep up with me at half-speed.
Now that everyone was gone, all I wanted to do was go home and hide. It was getting harder and harder to hold myself back. One of these days I was going to do something I couldn’t talk my way out of, and that one slip-up was going to be the death of me and everyone I loved.
I scanned the screens for any sign of trouble outside. I could always tell my mom I was sleeping here if there was a riot or the police were out searching for their latest target. She wouldn’t love it, but spending the night in this shithole of a warehouse was better than risking my life to get home.
Supposedly, it hadn’t always been this dangerous. Way before I was born, SpaceTech—the biggest corporate conglomerate—took over all of Earth’s governments. I didn’t know the specifics, but I hoped whoever thought that was a good idea was rotting in hell. It’d turned into an unmitigated disaster for everyone on Earth. As long as it didn’t hurt SpaceTech’s bottom line, they didn’t care what happened to us. They didn’t care that we lived in a world with too much violent crime, corruption, and poverty.
SpaceTech was good at one thing—expanding to grow a stronger power base. Their colonization and trade routes spread across the galaxy and they’d found dozens of other species to exploit along the way. In all their greed to find more profits and expand colonization across the galaxy, SpaceTech finally met a race that was stronger, smarter, and had better tech than them.
From all the stories, it had been nice between Earthers and the Aunare for nearly a decade, but a few weeks before my seventh birthday, SpaceTech assassinated all high-level Aunare officials living on Earth and then started hunting everyone else on any of their colonies with ties to the alien race. In less than two weeks, most Aunare or part-Aunare people living on a SpaceTech-controlled planet were murdered. Except the few of us that got away.