“My grandparents were American, I think,” Pikon said. “When the Merloni first started abducting humans, some Amarante natives began questioning the ethics of forcing sentient life forms into slavery. It’s been slow going.”
“So all those people abducted by aliens,” Emmarie murmured, upending her glass and draining it, “were telling the truth.”
“When we get to Arden, we’ll take you to my friend who can help you get settled,” Pikon told them.
“I said I don’t want to settle,” Logan stated, repeating his earlier sentiment.
“Don’t much have a choice right now.”
“Hopefully, we won’t be here long enough to have to adjust to that.”
Emmarie silently agreed before the alcohol completely consumed her, and she passed out.