Page 35 of Star Mates

“My ancestors fought fiercely for their independence,” she told him. “And the people of Sparta just need to be reminded that freedom is the most basic human right.”

He didn’t say anything more. He bowed to her, and a collective gasp could be heard throughout the room. She had just been given an honor no other human had received.

“Well spoken, Emmarie Tice,” Scarface murmured. “Willoughbee, we’ll be back in the morning to talk some more.”

The other delegates rose at his words, leading Emmarie to realize he must be the one in power. Scarface gave her one last look and then turned to leave the saloon, the other Durian’s following. The room was silent for a moment following their departure.

“What did you think you were doing, Emmarie?” Logan demanded. “Plagiarizing a song to incite a revolt?”

“I did not plagiarize!” she stated, trying to keep her voice down since many ears were listening. “And we’re a million miles from Earth. Doubt the songwriters are going to take me to court. Besides, the people of Sparta need to be reminded of their own strength, that humans can overcome any fear by believing in themselves.”

“We need to keep our focus on trying to get home.”

“And that would be how, Logan?”

Logan opened his mouth to retort but shut it with a frustrated look on his face when Willoughbee set a hand on his arm.

“My dear,” she said to Emmarie. “I do believe you’ve just single-handedly saved our negotiations.”

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