Biding her time in waiting and contemplation, she fought the urge to give in to her old feelings for Janx and abandon her quest. Was it logical to still care for...to adore...a being who had treated her in so cavalier a manner? No, she must remain firm in her resolve and secure in her hiding place. She knew Janx. She knew it unlikely he would ever feel for her as she did for him, and yet, his tremendous ego would never allow him to pass on an opportunity, such as she had provided him, to reacquaint himself with an old conquest.
He would outwit Strelx and use the savages’ primitive transport to come to the Key and thus she sat in concealment awaiting his arrival. Nearly unseen in her holographic disguise, she fought to strengthen her resolve and harden her heart. Today, at long last, the vaunted Janx would die!