Page 62 of Solar Bound

"Yes?"

"Is it really made of fire? Your zone? Because I had this whole mental image..."

Solar's patient explanation of solar radiation versus actual combustion filled the command center as they sailed into the black, three unlikely allies bound by a common purpose.

Bring their people home. Protect Earth. And prove that love—weird, impossible, interspecies love—could conquer even the vast distances between stars.

Game on, Milano. Game fucking on.

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The End