(some very creative punctuation and slight rewording from published version to comply with sentence count
Where did that damned smoke come from -- Kerry Marchant wiped his streaming eyes and tried to focus on the area where he last saw his attackers.
There was another question—the identity of the third party who seemed to be siding with them against their assailants; he turned back to glance at Jon Quinlan, the main concern, at the moment, was Zeldra. “How is she,” he asked, indicating the unconscious woman.
The other man looked up from his ministrations, coughing and trying to waft some of the choking smoke away with his hand. “Not good, I’ve used my bioregenerator and it’s repaired some of the damage but we need to get her back to the Destiny.”
“Then take her, at least this smoke will give you some cover, I’ll hold them off here for as long as I can.”
“What? And leave you here to fight them alone?”
“I can handle it, come back for me.”
“I don’t like the thought of leaving you down here—”
“Have you a better idea -- we can’t both go, we would just be sitting targets if this smoke clears; I can cover you, but as the Destiny’s commander, you need to be with the ship."
Marooned on an inhospitable planet, they need to work together to stay alive, fighting not only unknown assailants, but their growing attraction. But how can they learn to trust each other when he has vowed never to get close to a woman again, and she made a solemn pledge to destroy him?
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