‘Setzer, I wish I could tell you what the hell is going on, but I can’t.’ There was a gentle pressure on his lips. ‘If I don’t come back, come and find me.’ A caress touched his cheek and brushed some hair from his face as he struggled free of the dream. ‘Damned if you aren’t the best looking man on the planet.’ The lips were there . . . and then they were gone.
‘Marée?’ He fought against the blackness of sleep, pushing against the fog and furor at the silhouette that drifted from sight. ‘Marée, do not go alone!’ But it was too late, she was gone.
Setzer sat up sharply, his gaze taking in the emptiness of the room in barely a moment. “Damn!” he barked as he jumped to his feet.
He strode from his office and hurried on deck, leaning over the side and sending his gaze toward the dock. Her ship was gone. Setzer slammed his fists against the rail and strode to the wheel, raising the anchor and pushing the throttle forward as he urged the Falcon into the sky. Zozo. That’s what Lahey had said. Zozo.