Alien Minotaur’s Stowaway Mate

One minute, I was hiding from my creepy stalker/ex-something. The next, I was in a warehouse with a monstrous minotaur between freedom and me. Not that freedom was close, anyway. I’d unintentionally managed to sneak onto the minotaur’s spaceship and we were zipping away from Earth.

Only Barax isn’t monstrous at all. He’s gentle, careful with me, and helping me master the sign language he uses.
For the first time in what feels like forever, I want someone. That someone happens to be a giant space minotaur.
What was the old saying? Ride a minotaur, save a spaceship?