The Cestus Deception (40 page)

Night had come to the Dashta Mountains. Sheeka Tull had waited for the Jedi and the ARCs and everyone else to leave, then knelt at Jangotat’s cairn, saying her own very personal good-bye.

She looked up, watching twin streaks of light in the sky, where two very different ships headed in very different directions.

Sheeka touched her belly, still flat but nestling her child.
Their
child. Hers and Jango’s.

No, not Jango. Jango would never have died to save strangers. Jangotat was a different man. A better man.

Her man.

A name, not a number, Jangotat. A-Nine-Eight.

I swear.