Page 47 of Fresh Flesh

He shakes his head, and my heart sinks.

“No, it set sail hours ago.”

I grab my communicator and run out of the tavern, knocking over one of the laborers in my haste. I don’t even stop to apologize.

“Lurg,” I say the moment his channel opens, not even waiting for a salutation “I’ve found Maisie, but we have to hurry. They intend to breed her.”

He gasps on the other line. “Where is she?”

“She’s still on the Genola Tay.”

“Is the ship docked?”

“Don’t we fucking wish it was.”

He growls. “Then we need to get a ship of our own and chase it down. I’ll meet you at the docks. Try to find something fast.”

“Will do. Mlarx out.”

I jam the communicator back into my vest pocket and run for the docks. Time is of the essence.

We must save Maisie before they breed her.

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