The man with whom she had ferried across the stars to perform dark deeds for an even more sinister being was a puppet no longer. Isabella had her own share of darkness, atoning for her past crimes by helping a reformed disciple turn to a lighter path and gather dissidents to the darkness and its chokehold on the corners of the galaxy. Nearly losing these freedom fighters in a daring rescue she may have truly lost the man she grew to love. But years had passed and he stood here beside her, alive and the same as the day she feared him gone. He harbored doubts he would not share, and maybe it was for the best, after all, he was with her now, and the stars were theirs to venture out into. No masters nor the shadow of a dark puppeteering hand.

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Isabella is Mine