Dawn Sets in Hell by Erik Martin Willén (Nastragull #3)

one She looked at her reflection in the mirror; doe-brown eyes and a bloody, bruised face stared back at her. It wasn’t pretty. Her hair was dirty and ragged, and she trembled as she attached temporary first aid braces over her jagged and broken front teeth. It took several attempts, but finally the kit was attached. When she finished, she leaned her hands on the sink, staring at her own image.

Tears streamed down her cheeks now, uncontrolled. She was sobbing and hiccupping. She had to brace herself on the sink to remain standing. As she cried, she banged her right fist into the wall repeatedly. She stopped and leaned back, cleared her throat, and then she walked into the shower and turned off the steam and let the water stream freely, a luxury that was forbidden on most spaceships.

When she finished, she walked naked into the adjacent cabin and looked down at the bed. She had made it herself, and it looked very neat indeed, with a clean set of sheets and a new cover. Her clothes and equipment lay perfectly organized on top. She hadn’t