Before the generation ship crashed on this desert alien planet I was a Vagrant. Unplanned and unwanted, struggling to survive.
Now we’re on Tajss and if not for the natives, seven foot tall dragon-men with wings and tails and scales, we’d all be dead.
My new friends are finding love and I couldn’t be happier for them but I want to fit in, I want to have a place and a purpose. Strangely enough the only one who might understand is one of those scaled dragon-men.
I wanted comfort and attention but it turns out ‘one night stand’ doesn’t translate into Zmaj. He wants more and won’t give up until he claims his treasure. Me.