“I don’t like this one bit,” Jaina murmured in a low tone, glowering over her twin’s shoulder into the room at Jag Fel. Anakin had already managed to strike up an animated conversation with her prisoner, and from what she could glean they were evaluating the differences and advantages between a clawcraft and TIE fighter. Fel had already set up camp in her brothers’ bedroom, and Jaina could almost see his smug satisfaction at being handed over to a different set of captors. It irked her beyond words. His eyebrows pinched in a placating expression. “Okay. Sure thing.” * * * “Not sneaking away?”
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