She ran from everything she knew. Now the galaxy wants her back.

Cara Artell arrived at the recruitment clinic broken and bleeding, her husband's boots still echoing down the corridor behind her. One whispered word, and she became something new — alloy limbs, a Guardia's tattoo, and a sisterhood willing to die for her.

But the body she's rebuilt is only the beginning.

A fragile peace is fracturing along old fault lines. Somewhere in the system's shadows, humans are disappearing — not to culls of blood and fire this time, but to something quieter and far more intimate. When Cara uncovers a conspiracy that reaches across species and into the heart of the command she serves, it costs her the one person she had left.

Stranded in far space with two bounty hunters and a ship that moves like it thinks, Cara begins to feel something she can't explain — grief that isn't hers, warmth that comes from the hull, a presence reaching out from inside the engines. The ship AEVIS shouldn't be able to communicate. And yet.

With allies as flawed as they are fierce, Cara must decide whether to burn everything down for the family she lost or fight for something that might actually outlast her.

A character-driven space opera about bodily autonomy, found family, and the terrible cost of being someone's engine of change.

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