Jax was staring at the doors, his mouth open. "Elara, don't. This is some kind of psychic trap."
Three doors appeared in the air of the cockpit, shimmering like heat haze. the combination of stellar influences pdf
Door Three was just reality. Hard, dark, and honest. Jax was staring at the doors, his mouth open
Today, there was only the work. And Elara Vane, logistics officer, was perfectly fine with that. Jax was staring at the doors