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Adanya Tebbet-Theus and the Dark Mask

A Family Legacy

Iuliana Foos

A Family Legacy Series

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Adanya Tebbet-Theus and the Dark Mask

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An overlord cursed to spend his days as a ruthless, emotionless beast of a man; a woman hell-bent on revenge; when these two meet, heaven and earth implode. Driven by hatred and a thirst for revenge, Adanya wants nothing more than to kill the tyrant Overlord Xarrix, the beast behind the mask. Until he, the man she holds responsible for her parents’ deaths, blackmails her into marrying him. From behind the safety of his mask, Xarrix has taken the galaxy hostage with his impressive armada, as well as enough secrets to bend anyone’s will. A prophecy reveals the beauty determined to end his life is the key to his hidden desire for peace—if he can conquer her heart. When worlds and swords collide, Adanya and Xarrix are unprepared for hatred to turn into love. Crossing the line between enemies to lovers, proves to be a much higher price for the desired peace than either were prepared for. Only one question remains: can they find love and bring about peace before one of them dies? **This is a sweet, closed door romance for ages 14+.

To Tanya, my dear friend. You are the first who encouraged me to write, and this wouldn’t have existed without you.

Thank you, Michelle, for teaching me things I had no idea I should know. Your guidance and patience are, and will always be close and dear to my heart. To all my family and friends who believed in me when I didn’t, thank you for your . Brenda, your honesty, knowledge and friendship are precious and make me one of the luckiest people in the world to have you on my side. Melissa, thank you so much for your insight. Your opinions and advice are always valuable to me. Miranda, my ‘Grammar Queen’, thank you so much for everything you taught me. Your fresh view and impeccable accuracy had always guided me.

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Contents

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Chapter 17

Chapter 18

Chapter 19

Chapter 20

Chapter 21

Chapter 22

Chapter 23

Chapter 24

Chapter 25

Chapter 26

Chapter 27

Chapter 28

Chapter 29

Chapter 30

Chapter 31

Chapter 32

Chapter 33

Chapter 34

Chapter 35

Chapter 36

Chapter 37

Chapter 38

Chapter 39

Chapter 40

Chapter 41

A FAMILY LEGACY BOOK 4

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

About the Author

Chapter 1

Adanya A couple of weeks after the third anniversary of her parents’ deaths, Adanya, clad in a black leather suit—her second skin—activated the holoprojector. In the privacy of her cabin, she allowed inner rage to fill every ounce of her body. The translucent, orange-hued, projected image of Overlord Xarrix Kreider, the sole target of her hatred, sprung to life-sized height, floating about two feet off the ground. “You’re a murderer. You killed my mom.” A loud pulse roared in her ears. Hands closed around the two sword hilts, Adanya removed them from the belt around her waist. A press of the buttons, and the new, indestructible metal—durasteen poured from the handles, shaping into almost three feet long, double-edged thin blades. Light reflected off the shiny surface of the weapons, and Adanya unleashed all her anger upon the hologram. “I hate you.” In a flurry of rapid movements, she stabbed and slashed through nothing but air. The overlord’s image didn’t even flicker. Sheer power swirled around the frozen hologram. A mask covered the left side of his face, leaving only his right eye and cheek visible. Adanya walked a circle around the projection. “Because of you, I didn’t even have my parents’ bodies, to offer them a proper funeral. You monster.” The memory of their deaths fueled another violent attack.

For three long years, she has trained and waited. The recordings—transmitted across the galaxy—showed her parents losing their lives during a fight inside the infamous throne room of Baruul. Shocked, she couldn’t shed not even one tear when she watched the images for the first time. Now, she wanted nothing more than to kill the man responsible. Xarrix’s father, Overlord Vorek Kreider, had defeated Adanya’s father in an unfair battle. A growl ripped from her throat, like it did every time she relived the painful memory of that day. The archives praised her mother for killing the cruel Lord Vorek—her shot perfect, but she had lost the fight to Overlord Xarrix’s powerful energy attack. Both her parents had perished, with the whole galaxy as spectators. “You’re going to pay.” With a precise, controlled movement, her twin swords plunged into the hologram’s chest. A flick of her wrists and the blades retracted. Heated, she lowered the zipper of the vest, and returned the hilts to their respective spots on her belt. In the main room of the ship, her brother, Thane, and their cousin, Radox, carried on muffled conversations. Adanya stared out the window. The spaceport, an opened-roof building, offered the same view from earlier, before they had landed on the Overlord’s home world. Hundreds of slick, pewter-colored and golden-trimmed ships, swarmed around the world of Baruul, shining brighter than the stars beyond. “The famous Armada—a mystery nobody knows where it came from.” Her mouth dried, and Adanya grabbed a bottle of water from a nearby table, then opened the lid. The liquid slid with coolness down her throat, it but failed to quench her thirst

for revenge. Damn, that’s a lot of ships considering most of them are deployed throughout the galaxy along with their blasted droids. She twisted the cap on the water bottle and placed it on the same table, beside the leftovers of her dinner. “Nobody stands a chance against this.” Whispers and the echoing sound of steps stopped. Doors slid, hissing throughout the ship. “Yeah, was about time they went to sleep.” She rose and stretched her arms overhead, then repositioned the weapons on her hips. “I have work to do.” Earlier in the day, her brother and cousin had forced her to stay behind while they went out on a recon mission on Baruul. But she wasn’t going to let an opportunity like this by. Adanya rummaged through the travel bag and fished out her mother’s brooch—a disguised cloaking device. For a short moment, she stared at the oversized emerald, ing how it always made her mother’s eyes sparkle. “I miss you, but”—palming the gem, she held it to her chest then slid it into a hidden pocket in her vest—“I promise to make you proud, Mom.” She blinked away pooling tears. Ear against the door, Adanya listened for any sounds coming from the ship’s corridors. Nothing but silence. They’ll be sound asleep soon. It’s my turn to go out. As an extra measure of safety, Adanya waited a little longer. Nimble fingers worked the buttons of the bracer on her left wrist until the palace’s schematics popped into a tridimensional map. She had memorized it the moment she’d got it. However, checking it one more

time wouldn’t hurt. Her plan, to sneak into the throne room of the most hated man in the galaxy, was going to test her, a feat she looked forward to. Adanya patted the pocket hiding the brooch, mentally going over the details of her adventure to come. A light hiss came from the acclimatization system cycling to save power, assuring her the ship had gone to sleep for the night. Lights had long since dimmed or turned off in different parts of the aircraft. Adanya inhaled, preparing herself for the task ahead. In a different time zone from the spaceport, the palace was in a district three hours behind. Perfect timing. Adanya grinned. Maybe I’ll find Xarrix in his throne room— preferably alone. With a deep breath, she exited the cabin, tiptoeing her way out of the ship. Public portals took her as far as the edge of the somber district. From there, she took advantage of the trees and bushes in short breaks, demanded by the cloaking device mechanism, avoiding being seen by any of the guards posted or patrolling the grounds. Her mother’s brooch, helpful in its own right, had a downside. The temporary invisibility properties required frequent recharging. Having to wait thirty seconds after two minutes of use, raised the issue of taking cover. Entering the palace offered a welcome challenge, and every column, niche and statue decorating the corridors had become her new allies. Getting out, after taking her revenge, was the easy part—portals spread throughout would take her to the spaceport. If I make it out alive, she thought to herself. Either way, the man she held responsible for her parents’ deaths had to die tonight—at her hand.

Chapter 2

Xarrix Blade in hand, Xarrix knelt in front of the blue flames. Stale air filled the underground temple—a simple room with a stone altar in the middle. With one short movement, he slid the edge of the dagger across the palm of his right hand, then closed his fingers into a fist. Perfectly round droplets fell into the eternal fire with a light sizzle. As if accepting his offering, the flames danced higher, brighter. “Oracle, speak to me.” His words echoed against rough, uneven walls. Eyes closed, Xarrix inhaled the familiar, sweet incense burning, then exhaled a slow, controlled breath, steadying his mind. “You called, My Lord?” The melodious voice reached his ears. Her presence charged the air with renewed energy. Reopening his eyes, he met the oracle’s glowing gaze. A delicate apparition wrapped in white, floated a few feet above the ground only steps away from him. Silver hair swirled around her face as if winds accompanied her. “I need answers.” Xarrix rose to his feet. “To what questions?” The spirit sashayed closer. “A long time ago, you predicted the war, my father’s demise, and the coming of a millennia-long peace.” “All of them true. Your father died at the hands of a woman, and you’re

dominating an entire galaxy.” Her words brought in his mind victorious memories along with painful ones. “You are the new Overlord, the one who will bring lasting peace.” “How? There is no peace in sight. At least not in the way I desire.” For a few seconds, the apparition floated around, as if searching for words. “In the simplest possible way—love.” “Unlikely. I locked my emotions away a long time ago.” “A woman seeking retribution will come to you. She’s the key. If you succeed in making her fall in love with you, she’ll be your wife, the mother of your children.” Xarrix furrowed his brows. A wife, children, a family, none were part of his immediate plans—at a later time, perhaps, but not now. “How am I going to do that?” “You’ll know when the time comes, but if you fail, she will bring about your demise.” “And when will this happen?” Frustration at her cryptic answers nipped at his self-control. Again, the spirit made a complete circle around the room’s crude walls, delaying her answer. “She’s here, on this world.” “Soon, then?” Xarrix clasped his hands behind him. So, someone has the temerity to attempt an assassination here, in my palace? The thought both amused and intrigued him. Nobody had ever bested him in combat, though many men had tried. An energy , gifted or cursed, depending on one’s perspective, with special abilities, he had defeated all who had sought his downfall. And now, a woman comes forth? Interesting.

“Yes, soon.” The oracle stopped in front of him. “It won’t be an easy task. But stay focused, and you will prevail.” “How convenient.” Xarrix contained his irritation. “That lets you off the hook.” A smile parted her lips. “My job was to guide the chosen ones and to predict the events. You must figure out the how.” She floated away from him, the ends of the soft fabric of her dress caressing the air. “This is the last time we shall see each other.” “What do you mean?” Xarrix squared his shoulders. “The sacred energies created me to show the Kreider dynasty the way. You alone will reach the destination.” The woman opened her arms upward. “Now free, I may embrace the tides of rest after one thousand years of being trapped between worlds.” “What about my children? Who will guide them?” Xarrix took a few steps toward the fading apparition. “They will carve their destinies in a peaceful world.” Each word came out softer, as if from a greater distance. “My mission is complete.” “And what if I still need you?” “You won’t. Keep your eyes and your mind open, My Lord. The answers you seek lay within you. Farewell.” With a twirl, she disappeared, leaving him alone. Unsatisfied with the answers, Xarrix returned to his throne room. Statue-like guards lined the corridor leading to the open double doors. Sometimes he had a hard time ing that inside the shiny armors were people. In a way, he preferred the droids. No emotions, no questions, no complications. They only executed orders.

In the vast space, he gazed toward the domed glass ceiling. His Armada sparkled in the evening sky. Before the mysterious fleets appeared out of nowhere years ago, Xarrix used to spend hours staring at the blinking stars. A warrior, trained since he could walk, Xarrix had traveled across the galaxy, and ventured into the unknown territories beyond. He had conquered new worlds, forced enemies to kneel before him. And now, he would fall in love with a woman who wanted him dead? Impossible. She must’ve made a mistake. Xarrix shook his head and signaled the guards posted inside the room to leave. At the end of the black runner, atop four steps, he sat on his throne. Darkness surrounded him, like a comforting mist. “That damned oracle, and her confusing premonitions.” His fist slammed against one of the armrests. To his right, the control for the fleets forming the Armada and communications, blinked in the same lazy rhythm as always. He had carried his family’s legacy and strengthened The Dark Legion of Baruul. One world at a time, his territories expanded beyond any known borders. Peace, on his , was still a dream—one some unknown woman would help him achieve? How? Xarrix let out a sigh and relaxed in his seat. Seconds ticked away into minutes, but no answers came to him. A new, never felt before energy charged the air, as if the whole unseen universe had rearranged itself. Perhaps his mind played tricks on him. Xarrix rubbed his temple. A sudden spike in the surrounding energy chilled his

spine. There’s another energy nearby. Or was it just the aftereffect of the oracle’s influence stirring in the air. Eyes closed, Xarrix let the energy flow through him, reaching out, with invisible tendrils. A strong presence approached. There was no mistake, a disruption in the darkness moved closer and closer, like a light growing brighter each second. He wasn’t alone in the throne room. “Show yourself.” Not a particle moved. Still connected to his enhanced senses, Xarrix tried to detect the source of the disturbance. Materialized from thin air, only a few yards away, a woman stood before him. Is she the assassin the oracle spoke about? Bright green eyes stared at him from under thick, black lashes with a familiarity that caught him off guard. Had he met her before? Flawless, light peach skin contrasting with dark, luscious waves of hair and pink lips, assured him he would’ve ed the beauty before him. “Who are you?” Xarrix leaned forward in his throne. “Whoa. You’re uglier in person than in those holos.” Black pupils marking the center of her emerald irises dilated. “I didn’t think it was possible.” “You haven’t answered my question.” Irritated, Xarrix rose to his feet. “Well, your hideousness took time to .” Arms crossed over her chest, forced his gaze to the daring décolleté of the tiny vest. “Is that mask of yours hiding more ugly, or are you missing half your head?” “I’m not missing anything.” Xarrix couldn’t help but notice her exposed midriff above the belt holding two sword handles. “So, in other words, just concealing more ugliness.” A smirk tugged at her pink

lips. “But you’re still missing a hand.” She nodded toward his left artificial replacement, made from the same pewter metal as his armor. “You should know, out there”—arm raised, she pointed toward space—“in the real world, there is this thing called reconstructive surgery. Maybe you should consider it.” Xarrix closed his fists. Nobody mocked him and lived. Ever. “I don’t need it. My hand is the latest technology in—” “Pfft. It looks like you robbed a scrap yard and stole it from the first rusted droid you came across.” Her defiance should’ve infuriated him, but instead, it piqued his interest, even more than before. “Is that why you came here? To insult me?” Xarrix cleared the four steps down from his throne. “I’ve only stated a fact. It doesn’t count as an insult. Any other bits and pieces missing?” She waved a hand up and down. A hint of mischievousness sparked in her eyes. “Everything’s in place.” Xarrix took a confident step closer. “You still haven’t answered my question.” “Sorry, what’d you ask, again? Freaks distract me.” She backed away from him, as if mentally measuring the distance and the reach of her weapons. “Who are you, and why are you here?” “That’s two questions.” Her hands wrapped around the sword hilts dangling on her hips. For a second time his gaze glided over her slim body, from the high ponytail, to the thigh-high boots. A pretty package for sure, soft and warm—Xarrix shook off the desire to touch her. “Answer me.” “Let’s see, how I can formulate an adequate answer to both your inquiries?” Another step back, and shiny, thin blades extended from her hilts. “I’m the one who’s going to kill you.” Deep green lightning flashed along the edges of her swords.

“You will try.” Behind his mask, Xarrix arched his left brow. “But you will fail.” “Aren’t you full of yourself.” Her blades cut through the air in two circles, taunting him. “You look familiar.” Xarrix straightened his spine. Despite the threat, he didn’t reach for his weapon. “I should. You killed my mother.” Cold, green flames of anger danced in her eyes, shooting hateful arrows toward him. “Lady Tebbet-Theus.” He finally recognized the eyes etched in his memory. “She killed my father.” “Only because that lunatic killed mine. What did you expect her to do? Send him a thank you note?” Her tone scaled upward, the first sign of losing control. “So, to keep it all in the family, I’ll kill you, and be even.” “Is that so?” Xarrix advanced toward her. For each of his steps forward, she countered, keeping a steady distance between them. “Cocky, arrogant, and a superiority complex”—her brows furrowed—“fight me, you coward.” “Are you sure that’s what you want? A fight?” She launched toward him, her short fuse finally ignited. Energy flowed through Xarrix, reflexes and muscle memory kicked in. His right arm extended. Light golden ribbons of energy traveled toward the woman with green eyes. The flowing threads enclosed in a translucent, glowing bubble, levitating her in mid-air. “What the—” Xarrix allowed himself to get distracted by her small and firm twitching body. “What’s your name?” Her muscles corded, fighting against his hold.

“None of your damn business,” she spat. Xarrix narrowed his eyes, then took in a deep breath, tasting her fear, bitter and enticing, on his tongue. He should end her life, but the prophecy held him back. And something else—something he’d never felt before, an irresistible desire to touch her. “Your name.” Xarrix drew her closer. A fresh, sweet, and clean scent tickled his nostrils. He recognized it as his favorite—garseria, the wild white flower, equally delicate and resilient. “To you, it might as well be death.” Hate mixed with fear reflected in her eyes. “As a name”—Xarrix pushed her backward, throwing the temperamental woman to the ground, half-way to the opened double doors—“it suits you not.”

Chapter 3

Adanya The energy blast—a hot explosion—hit her with raw, brute force, knocking the air out of her lungs. Adanya tumbled on the shiny floor, in a heap of tangled limbs. Damn, he’s powerful. “Guess you have emotions after all. Surprising and”—Adanya grinned, realizing she had just touched on a raw nerve—“contrary to popular belief.” “What would you know of me?” Collecting herself and the swords off the floor, she rose to her full height, determined to take advantage of the unexpected revelation. “More than you think.” Cautious, Adanya reactivated her swords, and retreated. From the moment she had entered the throne room, Adanya had sensed his power in every atom in the air—dark, thick, and suffocating. For the first time, she realized her brother might’ve been right. Maybe she wasn’t ready to fight him. “For example, I truly believe you should die.” The tips of her swords pointed to his chest. She couldn’t let him see her weakness. Hiding fear behind snark and sarcasm was something she’d inherited from her mother. Each insult, each remark, each word, was meant to distract him. “We all die at some point. But today’s not my day.” Xarrix took a couple of slow steps toward her, as if he had all the time in the world.

“I would love to wait until midnight and make it be tomorrow, so you can die, but I’m on a tight schedule. It’ll have to be today.” Adanya rotated her wrists, the swords drawing two circles in the air. Desire for retribution fought with inexplicable attraction, like day and night wrestled at twilight. Why couldn’t she ignore his deep, raspy voice tingling inside each bone in her body every time he spoke? She should only hear her mind, screaming for justice. And why in the stars did she stare at the uncovered side of his face, noting the color of his eye, bluer than the summer sky in her home world of Simran? Damn it, I need to focus. Durasteen poured from the hilt in his right hand. Inch by inch, it grew into a shiny, polished wide blade, reflecting the light. Unlike hers, the edges emitted gold lightning, almost luxurious if it weren’t for its deadly intent. Warning bells rang in her mind, advising retreat. Instead, Adanya attacked. Blades danced and clashed. Gold and green lightning sizzled against each other. Bright sparks, like fireworks, flew in all directions. Not even her special ability, enhanced speed, helped her land a single blow. She changed angles, hit with the right sword when she was supposed to strike with the left. Even the couple of acrobatic jumps and twists she threw in didn’t seem to surprise him. Every single time, his sword parried, but never attacked. Damn it. Is he really invincible? Adanya retreated again. “Are you sure you’re the mighty Overlord Xarrix Kreider and not some lousy decoy?” She circled Xarrix. “What kind of question is that?” One step after another, he walked around her, like two cats playing to catch each other’s tail. “Well, you sure fight like a princess.” Adanya reverted to her sharp tongue since

the fighting abilities didn’t appear to be enough. “You haven’t attacked once.” She launched a new assault. A deep growl ripped from his throat. With a quick reaction, his sword blocked hers, again. “Enough of this nonsense.” Xarrix’s voice thundered inside the throne room. Another blast of golden energy, like a wave of death, struck her, knocking the swords from her hands. Airborne, the weapons hit the wall behind her. Back against the white marble, chills traveled her spine. How did I allow him to corner me, leaving me with no advance or retreat? Glancing toward the weapons, now laying on the floor, Adanya knew he had her at a disadvantage, cut off from her defense. Panic accelerated the beats of her heart. His sword retracted, and Xarrix placed it on his belt, then grabbed her wrists. “I’ve been patient enough.” Soft hydraulic sounds came from the artificial limb lifting her hands above her head. “Your name. Now.” Immobilized between the cold stone and his hard frame, Adanya squirmed. “Let go.” Overpowered, her scrambled thoughts tried to make sense of all the conflicting emotions flooding her mind. She wanted him to be disgusting, but instead, his fresh scent tickled her nostrils. The dewy aroma reminded her of the perpetual snow on top of the mountains back home. His body pressed against hers, the heat and power exuding from him, offered a contrast to the surrounding air. “Your name.” His growl had a soft, almost soothing quality to it. In the struggle to free herself from his hold, a few strands of hair rebelled,

slipped from the ponytail and covered part of her face. Xarrix’s fingers gently touched her cheek and brushed away the black locks, elevating her pulse in spikes of loud drumming. Adanya blamed the racing heart beats on the adrenaline excess caused by the fight. She couldn’t be attracted to a monster like him. “My name is not important.” She squirmed, trying to free herself. “You might as well kill me.” Head tilted to the side, Xarrix stared at her. Fine wrinkles marked the corner of his eye. Is he smiling? What in the stars? “I’m not sure if I want to kill or kiss you.” A strong surge of lust radiated from his tensed and hardened physique. Stunned by the revelation of the new twist of the encounter, Adanya reverted to her old tactics. “Eww. Do you even have lips behind that mask?” His thumb glided over the corner of her mouth. “Would you like to find out?” He followed an invisible, burning line down her neck, stopping at the collarbone. Her breath hitched. “No thanks. I’ll take the kill, please.” “So, you do have manners. Guess you’re more than a mindless assassin.” Adanya had always managed to focus in dangerous situations, so why faulter now? She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. Ever since she was a child, her father had taught her one can only be as strong as his or her mind. But what did her mind want at this moment? I want him dead. At any price. “Tell me your name.” Xarrix cupped her chin in his hand, the touch tender.

Adanya reopened her eyes. A hypnotic numbness covered her, like a soft, warm blanket. Her mind fogged, as if his stare could influence her decisions. Adanya parted her lips, but the word on the tip of her tongue, eluded her. She stood, blank, trying to her name. A wave of energy swished by, blowing her rogue strands of hair. The man holding her hostage released her, rose a few inches off the floor, and then flew backward a few yards. “Shh. Let’s go,” a familiar voice, belonging to her cousin, Radox, whispered in her ear. Under the protection of his stealth shield, Adanya grabbed the hilts of her swords off the floor and followed him outside the throne room. “Stop them.” Xarrix yelled from behind. Holding her hand, Radox maintained the invisibility shield, and ran toward the nearest portal, dragging her along the way. Unlike her, he didn’t need a cloaking device. One of his two special abilities allowed him to manipulate light and make himself, and whatever he touched undetectable. The other was reading minds, the one ability he’d promised a long time ago never to use against her. Avoiding the confused guards, who ran in a chaotic pattern since they couldn’t see them, Radox stopped by the portal. His invisibility wore off, exposing them. A dozen droids ran toward them, their metal feet hitting the marble floors with loud, cadenced clacks. “Stop right there.” A voice as metallic and empty as the droid’s body, ordered. Yeah. Like I’m going to listen to a tin can. Adanya keyed the spaceport’s destination into the to the right of the swirling gate. Her fingers trembled, but she managed to press the right selections from the displayed menu.

Radox clicked open the communication device behind his ear. “Thane, I got her. Be ready to take off.” “Bring the girl to me.” She recognized Xarrix’s voice rising over the metallic clatter of the running, armored troops. “Unharmed.” With the portal set, Adanya dared another glance behind. The droid guards, or druards, as she liked to call them, closed in. Right hand behind the ear, she clicked open her comm system. “We’re bringing a small army of druards, too.” She hurried to follow her cousin into the swirls of the gateway. “An army of what?” As soon as she ran out of the portal, and into the spaceport, Thane’s voice echoed in the now open communication device. “Druards, droid guards.” The chuckle escaping her lips died the same instant she met Radox’s gaze. “You think it’s funny?” Her cousin tightened his hold on her hand. “I have clearance for take-off.” Thane’s warning came through the comm unit. “But it’s only good for another minute.” “We’re almost there.” Steps away from Thane’s ship, Adanya glanced at the noisy guards in pursuit one more time. “Go, go, go.” Radox pushed her up the ramp and hit the button by the door. The smooth, fast aircraft took off before the hatch sealed, and she trailed him to the command bridge. “Something’s not right.” Thane maneuvered the ship gaining altitude, his eyes glued ahead. “What?” Radox sat and clicked on the seatbelt. “They’re not firing.” Her twin brother threw her one of his grumpy stares. “Hey, Sis.”

“They won’t fire.” Guilt gnawed at her. Adanya lowered her head securing the seatbelt. “And why is that?” Thane glanced over a shoulder at her, his silver hair sparkled under the overhead lights. A deep crease marked his forehead. “Xarrix wants me alive.” Her whisper coincided with the rumble of the accelerated engines. Past the Armada, he engaged the hyperdrive, and autopilot. A sense of relief filled the air. “What in the stars were you thinking?” Thane faced her. Anger rose in his tone. “I’m sorry, okay? I don’t need any lectures.” Adanya crossed her arms over her chest. “If we hadn’t gone on the recon walk right after we landed, you would’ve compromised the mission.” Radox swiveled in his chair. With both staring at her, Adanya let out a silent sigh. “Thanks for the save.” She lifted her gaze to them. “How did you know where I was?” “The old-fashioned way. We followed you.” Radox’s tone sounded harsher than normal. “Oh.” She uncrossed her arms. “I guess Mom’s cloaking brooch didn’t stop you from sensing me. “It did not.” Her cousin shook his head. “Are you hurt?” Thane’s question reminded her, he was a healer, one of the best. He could manipulate the surrounding energies and channel them to heal himself and others. But drawing from the same power, he could, at any moment, deliver deadly attacks. “I’m fine.” Adanya pulled on a loose thread of the seatbelt. “You were both

right, that monster is incredibly powerful.” “Why does he want you alive?” Her twin continued the unrelenting interrogation. Adanya squirmed in her seat under Thane’s insistent gaze. How was she going to tell them the truth? There was no explanation or excuse for the lusting thoughts between her and Xarrix. Instead of an answer, she shrugged. “She got him hot for her.” Radox repositioned his chair, facing the viewport. “And from what I saw, it was mutual.” “It’s not my fault he found me irresistible.” Truth out, Adanya undid the seatbelt and stood. “How could you?” Thane closed a strong hand around her wrist. “None of your business.” She yanked her arm free and left the command bridge. “Oh, it is.” Thane followed her. The need to be alone sent her into a run toward her cabin. “Please, not now.” Adanya slammed the door in his face. “You can’t stay in there forever.” Thane blasted the door with enough emotional energy, the vibration rumbled the steel . Sure, I can, she thought, glancing at the holoprojector, or, at least, until we land. She kicked every chair and table in her room, flipping them over, then put them back in place, only to repeat her actions, over and over. “Stupid. Stupid. Stupid.” Adanya scolded herself every time she caught a glimpse of her reflection in the mirror.

Chapter 4

Xarrix “What’s all the commotion about?” Lorelyn, Xarrix’s adopted distant cousin stopped by his side. Her vicious and merciless assassin reputation didn’t do her justice. She was much worse. “Someone tried to kill me.” Xarrix watched the ship taking the mysterious woman away. The unmarked vessel gained altitude, flying between his warships. “Looks like he got away.” She pointed to the blinking lights. “Appears so.” Xarrix turned toward her. “And she had help.” “A woman?” Perfectly groomed brows shot up with surprise, toward the deep horizontal lines marking her forehead. “Yes. The daughter of Lord and Lady Tebbet-Theus.” “Interesting. I didn’t know they had a daughter.” Lorelyn shifted her gaze to the night sky. “The desire for revenge will drive her to try again. She must be eliminated.” “No. I want her alive.” Xarrix started toward the area of the palace reserved for his personal use. “Why?” “She’s my future wife.” He pressed a few buttons of his built-in bracer. Double the size of most, it covered the connecting part between the artificial hand and the rest of his arm. A middle-aged man bowed on the screen. “My Lord.” “I want all information on Lord and Lady Tebbet’s family.”

“Right away, My Lord.” The man flickered out. “Are you serious? You’ll marry the daughter of our enemy?” Lorelyn grabbed his arm, an attempt to recapture his attention. “Someone who seeks to kill you?” Xarrix stopped and changed direction, toward the portal the runaway green-eyed beauty had used. A camera installed a few feet away blinked, a sure sign it was still recording. “The oracle had predicted her arrival and role in my life.” He signaled to one of the guards to approach. “Extract the recording from that camera”—he pointed to the device—“and send it to my unit.” “Yes, My Lord.” The faceless guard ran in the opposite direction. “What’s so special about her? Other than the obvious thirst for revenge?” Lorelyn stopped in front of the double doors leading to his quarters. Was it a spark of jealousy he had seen in Lorelyn’s eyes? He dismissed the thought as quickly as it had appeared. “She’s the one who will help me achieve my goals. Now, if you’ll excuse me.” Xarrix opened the door. “I’d like to retire.” “Yeah, sure. Have a good night.” His cousin flashed a fake smile—one that didn’t reach her eyes. “I’ll do the same.” Xarrix closed the door behind him and took off his mask. The earlier confrontation with the one, who apparently was destined to him, persisted vivid in his mind. The beautiful woman possessed her mother’s snark, and her father’s prowess in fight. The acrobatic maneuvers she’d performed during the short fight mesmerized him. More than once, he found it hard to parry her attacks. She’s well-trained. But it was worth watching her. The speed with which she moved made it appear as if she danced in the air, her feet only touching the ground for a second at a time.

How was it possible to anger and excite him at the same time? Desire filled his body again, at the memory of her eyes, her lips, her slim body. Xarrix threw the mask on the floor with enough force to make it bounce. The metallic sound startled him. “Dammit.” A light vibration pulsed in his artificial hand, and he checked the bracer for messages. The recording he wanted, waited for him to click view. Each second of the short footage reinforced the attraction he felt for the woman dominating his thoughts. If he hadn’t worn the damned mask, he would’ve kissed her. Guided by the urge to touch her, his fingers skimmed over the screen. One question burned in his thoughts, who is the man that rescued her? The way he held her hand showed love and care. A lover? Another ping announced a new message. Closing the recording, the image of the mysterious woman froze on screen. His gaze lingered a few seconds longer than necessary, then he opened the new message. Curious and anxious to get answers, Xarrix’s fingers moved rapidly over the buttons of his bracer. The device transferred the data to a large floating screen. The translucent flickered to life. A few pictures arranged in some sort of genealogic tree, with names under them put his mind at ease. The first one, Lord and Lady Tebbet-Theus. To the right, Lord Tebbet’s half-sister Charisse Harett and her husband, Draxen. Under their picture, their son Radox Harett, the man from the recording, proved to be her cousin—not a lover. From another image, positioned under the famous couple, a man resembling Lord Tebbet, stared with the same golden eyes, but silver hair, like his aunt’s, Thane Tebbet-Theus—her twin brother.

In the last of the pictures, Xarrix recognized the woman filling every ounce of his body with desire. “Adanya Tebbet-Theus.” His whisper echoed in the quiet space. “I will find you.”

Chapter 5

Adanya Head low and shoulders slumped, Adanya entered the war room of The Freedom Partisans’ base on Vonaris, walking behind her brother. An uneven section of the stone floor caught the toe of her boot, causing her to stumble, not once, but twice. In the vast, underground space, about a dozen technicians and communications specialists appeared absorbed in their work. Screens flickered, lights blinked, and voices melted together, creating background noise amplified by the crude walls. Now she had to confront her aunt and uncle, her surrogate parents for the past three years. Great. Just great. “Are you all right?” Aunt Charisse’s hug reminded Adanya of her mom. The lavender scent swirling around the older woman usually had a calming effect. Not this time. “Yes, I’m fine.” She forced a smile that made her cheeks ache. A shiver coursed through her body. She hated to disappoint the people who loved and trusted her. Uncle Draxen faced her, abandoning the tridimensional map he had been staring at. “Welcome back.” He had the same demanding presence her father had along with the same straight posture and commanding tone in his voice. Adanya ed the times when she, her brother, and her cousin listened for hours to the stories of their father and uncle. They had been best friends since childhood, trained together, fought side by side, even fell in love with the women

in their lives at almost the same time. The tension in the air, like overcharged sparks, assured Adanya, everyone knew what she’d done. Embarrassment lingered around her, like the tail of an invisible beast. Well, at least I tried. “What would your parents say if they were here?” Draxen clasped his hands at the small of his back. As expected, his question was addressed to her. Adanya tried to imagine them still alive. Her father would’ve probably reacted the same as Thane. Her twin brother inherited most of their father’s personality. Overprotectiveness was only a minor aspect of it. On the other hand, if her mother had been there, she would probably have given her the ‘atta girl wink she always did. She sighed, then sent their memories to rest. “Doesn’t matter because they’re not here, ?” Adanya’s voice rose in anger. “That monster, and his demented father, killed them.” Her finger pointed somewhere behind, toward the exit. “You compromised the mission.” Her uncle’s even tone didn’t fool her. He was a master of manipulation, an interrogator who never failed to get the answers he sought. “We validated the information.” Radox always defused tense situations. His calm and control were something Adanya always thought were inherited from his mother. “So, I think we’ve done pretty well.” “It was the exit that could’ve gone better.” The harshness in her uncle’s voice alerted Adanya, and she shifted her focus to him. “You could’ve gotten killed.” His words clicked in her mind with the true reason behind everyone’s reactions. They loved her and feared losing her. “But I didn’t.” Her rebellious attitude melted, and Adanya lowered her head. “I’m sorry I failed.”

If her brother, cousin, or anyone else she cared about had done what she did, she’d probably be just as upset—or worse. “Now you’re on his radar.” Thane leaned against a wall—arms crossed over his chest. “I still can’t believe it.” “What?” The moment the word slipped out of her mouth, Adanya wished she could take it back. “Attracting the interest of the man you want to kill.” The scowl on Thane’s face matched the seriousness of his tone. Why did he have to bring it up in front of everyone? Cornered, Adanya switched to offense mode. “I’m not sure if I’m flattered or offended by your remark.” Her brother’s gloomy gaze assured her he didn’t like her answer. “Wait a minute.” Aunt Charisse stepped forward. “I thought Overlord Xarrix didn’t have emotions. It’s what makes him untouchable.” “Oh, he has them, all right.” Adanya snickered. “I felt his, uhm . . . emotion”— she patted her left side—“right here, on my hip.” Chuckles around the room reminded her how many listened to the conversation. Ears on fire, she peeked at everyone’s reactions. The technicians quickly returned to their jobs, Aunt Charisse covered her mouth with one hand, and her uncle bit his lips to control a smile. Radox didn’t bother to hide his smirk. “She’s right. I sensed more lust in that throne room than in a den of damn rabbits in heat.” Radox confirmed, a playful tone in his voice. “Are you sure?” Uncle Draxen closed the distance between them, his hand clasping on her shoulder. “Yeah. His sword was on the other side.”

Laughter filled her ears. The one exception, Thane remained serious, which made her heart heavy with sadness. Adanya missed her twin’s laughter, and his spirited jokes. Just like her, he could use sarcasm as a weapon at any time. But in the last year, since Layla ran off, he didn’t even smile. Poor Layla. I wonder where she is. I’m sure Thane did or said something to scare her away. Maybe that’s why he doesn’t want to talk about it. Thane’s brows furrowed. “You’ll do well to keep your distance from him.” “I will.” Adanya nodded in agreement. “Going back to training is a must. I couldn’t land one hit. The man’s a beast in combat.” Ashamed of her failure, she lowered her gaze. “My attacks didn’t even faze him.” “Get some rest.” Her uncle’s boots hit the stone floor, booming with each step he took away from her. “All of you.” Her uncle’s departure brought with it a sense of relief. “See you all tomorrow.” Adanya rushed out of the war room. Her body might have betrayed her in the confrontation with Overlord Xarrix, but her mind stayed focused. I will kill him, she promised herself. One day soon.

Chapter 6

Xarrix Xarrix read the daily reports in his office. Empty, meaningless words and numbers scrolled on the translucent screen. Every day, he hoped to come across the information he searched for, Adanya. A month after he ordered the head of the espionage service to find her, he still hadn’t. It appeared as if she had disintegrated in thin air. She must’ve landed somewhere. Why can’t my people find her? Rising to his feet, Xarrix stared out the window facing one of the lush gardens. In the past couple of weeks, he had avoided the throne room, spending only the time necessary in it to conduct business. The darkness and heaviness overtaking his senses every time he sat on the throne seemed to somehow, influence his decisions. His father’s memory materialized from a foggy distance. He used to be like any other energy until the mysterious Armada showed up, each ship filled with hundreds of droids. In only a few months, his father changed from the reasonable but ambitious man into a tyrant. Was it a gift, or a curse? And it seems I’m on the same path. Xarrix rubbed his temples and returned to the information sliding along the screen. If Adanya landed on one of the worlds ing The Freedom Partisans, she might be in hiding. But she had the nerve to come into his throne room and confront him. She didn’t strike him as someone who would hide. An idea sparked in his mind, and Xarrix put his mask on. With the press of a button, the image of his espionage service leader, Soren Brentani, flickered on the screen.

“My Lord.” The man bowed. “I want you to infiltrate spies in all known partisans’ camps across the galaxy.” Xarrix squared his shoulders. “There are over one hundred locations, My Lord.” Soren’s eyes rounded. “And I’m sure there are just as many more we don’t know about.” Xarrix stood, clasping his hands behind him. “Should I use locals, or do you want me to send trained professionals, My Lord?” The other man typed something on the keyboard in front of him. “I leave that to your discretion.” Xarrix lifted his chin. “What I want, are results. It appears you can’t find the one person I asked you to.” Flickers of fear animated Soren’s beady eyes. “I apologize, My Lord, but she didn’t land in any of the worlds we have under surveillance.” “Or she fooled you and your men.” An accusatory finger pointed toward the screen. Xarrix furrowed his brows behind his mask. “I want the partisans’ leaders found and brought to me.” “Yes, My Lord.” The head of the espionage service bowed again. “It will be done.” “Make sure they arrive here alive and well. They will be treated with the respect they deserve.” “Should we still look for the girl, My Lord?” More typing sounded at the other end of the videocall—each key stroke louder and more irritating than the one before. “Yes. Let me know when you find her, before taking any action.” Xarrix terminated the connection. With another press of a button, the translucent screen melted away, replaced by a tridimensional map of the galaxy. Stars and slow-moving planets filled his office.

“Where are you, Miss Adanya?” He examined the worlds he knew. “Where are you hiding?”

Chapter 7

Adanya Two months later, Adanya checked the exterior shell of her ship one more time before boarding—a good habit for any pilot preparing for a flight. One of the flaps covering some electric cables wasn’t closed properly, and she smacked it shut. Thane waited in front of the ramp. “Are you going somewhere?” “What was your first clue?” Adanya’s tone came across harsher than intended, but she’d been suffocating under the constant supervision of her brother and cousin. Thane straightened, his massive built—same as their father’s—blocking the entrance. “I’m going to Crimsten for the day.” When is he going to forgive me for the fiasco on Baruul? “There’s nothing on Crimsten but one city, the spaceport and a vast jungle.” “Exactly. I need some time alone. And a challenge.” “What challenge do you expect to find there you don’t have here?” “Wilderness,” she spat. “Crimsten is a new, still forming world. The surprise element is what I’m missing.” “Surprise?” Thane arched an inquiring brow. “Look, I appreciate you and Radox trying to keep me safe, but I can take care of myself.” Her body tensed, and her fists clenched at her sides.

“Your track record doesn’t quite add up to that statement.” “One little mistake.” She stepped aside, trying to walk by her brother, but he cut her off. “Is that the word you use? Little?” “At least I’ve learned from it. Don’t worry, I’m not going after Xarrix.” Adanya moved to the other side. “I’m not ready. Not yet, anyway.” Thane closed a hand over her bracer. “Sis, we all love you. It’s why we’re so protective.” A loud sigh left her lips. “You’re smothering me.” Defeated by his words, she lowered her head. “I need time with my thoughts, more training, and Crimsten is perfect since the blasted legion doesn’t have a presence there.” “Fine.” His chest puffed out then deflated. “I’m coming with you.” “No, you’re not. It’s exactly why I want to leave.” “It’s not safe.” Thane’s stubbornness matched hers. Ever since she and her twin were kids, they both competed strong and hard. The circumstance didn’t matter—reaching the end of a corridor, finishing a meal, or taking down a kill first, it was a competition. Including staring contests. The score was a wash. “I know you’re a few minutes older than me, but I don’t need a babysitter.” Adanya yanked her arm free. “You can’t go alone.” “Yes, I can. You have to learn to trust me.” She barged past him and reached the open hatch. Thane faced her. “When are you coming back?” “What are you? My father?” Her gaze met her brother’s. Hurt reflected in his eyes. “I’m sorry.” The spark of anger died inside her. “I’ll return late tonight.”

“At least take a pilot with you.” Thane advanced one step closer to her. “I can fly the damn ship as well as you.” “I’m not comfortable letting you go alone. Accidents can happen to the best of us.” “Please, back off.” Adanya grabbed the backpack by the door and swung it over her shoulder. “I promise, I’ll be fine.” “If you’re not home by midnight, I’m coming after you.” His index finger pointed toward her for a moment, then he walked backward, clearing the ramp. Adanya rolled her eyes with annoyance, then shook her head. “Whatever.” Inside the ship, she hit the button by the hatch with a little too much enthusiasm and sealed the door. The ramp retracting under the hull rang like freedom in her ears. As soon as Adanya cleared the atmosphere, she steered toward the hyperspace lane to Crimsten. After engaging the hyperdrive, she switched to autopilot and leaned in her seat. Ever since the mishap on Baruul, vivid dreams—ones involving Xarrix and an alarming lack of clothes—woke her every other night. “Damn you, Xarrix.” Was it the curiosity of wanting to know what he looked like behind his mask? Or was it the inexcusable attraction she’d felt toward him the second they met? Perhaps both. Guilt whirled around her nonstop. The drumming pulse in her ears turned louder than the engines of the ship. Adanya wiped her clammy hands on her hips and stood. Both her brother and cousin, had sensed her constant distress over the past few weeks, but she couldn’t tell them the truth. How could she justify her dreams about Xarrix?

She had no business ending up in his arms, or waking covered in sweat, her heart beating at light speed. Instead, she made up excuses, using their parents’ deaths. Heat burned her inside, yet she shivered. When I kill him, all this is going to stop. Adanya went to check her backpack for the twentieth time to make sure she had everything needed. Performing mundane tasks calmed her, providing a distraction from the desire invading her body. She arranged and rearranged the supplies for the short trip, wiping away any sense of time. A loud proximity alarm rang in her ears. The ship would exit hyperspace and disengage autopilot in five minutes. Back in her chair, Adanya focused on the training ahead. Crimsten, the newest planet in the galaxy, materialized before her. It resembled a steaming ball of mixed colors. Orange lava flowed in rivers, brown crust still shaping in places, and vibrant greens of the lush vegetation, covered the existing ground. After landing, she disengaged the engines, then stepped out of the ship. A wave of heat and humidity hit her like an invisible wall. The air seemed dense, hard to breathe, but it didn’t change her decision to explore the wilderness. She needed to sharpen her skills, so when they met again, she’d be ready. I’ll kill him without any regret, she thought.

Chapter 8

Xarrix “My Lord, we found the girl.” Soren Brentani knelt before him with a data pad in his hand. Xarrix turned off the information streaming on the floating screens surrounding his throne. “Show me.” He reached for the device the man offered him. “One of our agents spotted her on Crimsten a few minutes ago.” Xarrix watched the short recording. Backpack over a shoulder, and the black leather suit hugging her curves, Adanya seemed to know where she was going. The time stamp on the screen was from a little over a half hour ago. It’s her, no doubt. The spies embedded in the partisans’ organization only confirmed the existence of multiple training camps spread throughout various worlds. But they came up empty-handed regarding any information about the leaders’ whereabouts. He returned the device to Soren, then pressed a button on his bracer. “Prepare my ship.” “Yes, My Lord.” A metallic voice answered, and he terminated the short connection. “Have your man wait for me. I need to know where she went.” “I already ed him, My Lord. You said not to take any action, so he let her go. She’s headed toward the wilderness. A ground vehicle awaits your arrival

along with directions.” Soren bowed again. “Good. I’m on my way.” Xarrix stood and rushed to the landing pad where his ship was docked. The thought that each step took him closer to Adanya, turned his walk into a run. His heartbeat accelerated, and he had trouble taking off. Rookie mistakes, things he never did in training, now plagued him. He pressed the wrong button twice. First, he stopped the cooling systems, and had to restart them. The second time, loud music assaulted his ears, and he hit the same button again to stop it. This is insane. I need to calm down, or I won’t make it to her. A few deep breaths restored his calm, and Xarrix finally managed to lift off the ground. The trip to Crimsten seemed longer than he would’ve liked. His personal ship, one of the fastest in the galaxy, took him through hyperspace to the destination in under three hours. Since the unexpected encounter, the memory of Adanya brought him sleepless nights and empty days. Never had he missed seeing someone. A new, foreign territory had opened before him, and Xarrix found himself lost. What in the stars am I supposed to do? Finding her seemed to be the first step. How will she react, and what would he tell her when face to face? Most likely, she’ll try to kill me again. An involuntary grin curled his lips. Not used to smiling, his cheeks hurt. The steaming ball of lava, Crimsten, appeared in front of his ship seconds after dropping out of hyperspace. Excitement and anxiety tingled his spine, but Xarrix landed with much more ease than his earlier takeoff. As soon as he exited the ship, on Crimsten, the agent who had discovered her,

welcomed him. “My Lord, this way. I secured you a ride.” “Do you know which way she went?” The man, hiding his identity behind a scarf wrapped around the lower part of his face, nodded. “She went North, toward the cliff marking the safe zone. From that point on, there is no stable ground to walk on.” In his multiple expansion campaigns, Xarrix had fought on various worlds. The heat didn’t bother him, but the increased humidity made it hard to breathe. Hopping in the seat of the vehicle waiting for him, Xarrix turned to the agent. “Thank you for your help.” He handed him a plastic square—ten thousand credits redeemable anywhere in the galaxy. “My Lord.” The man bowed and tucked the gift in a pocket. “All I ask for is your discretion. If I’m not back within twenty-four hours, send a search party.” The agent stepped backward with a gloved hand over his chest. “Yes, My Lord. Be safe.” He retreated to the spaceport’s building. Time was a precious commodity, and Xarrix started the engine. Broken twigs, cut vines, and footprints in the dark soil showed him the way. Why is she here? Why Crimsten? Do the partisans have a base on this world?

Chapter 9

Adanya According to the available data, beasts roamed free outside the city area on Crimsten. Creatures unique to the world were her battle objective today. Familiar with wildlife on various planets, Adanya looked forward to the challenge of fighting new enemies. By noon, scorching heat and increased humidity took the rank of her number one adversary. Every half hour, the climate forced her to stop and drink water from the bottles in her backpack. Far enough from the spaceport, the exotic jungle revealed its beauty. Twisted tree trunks in different shades of brown reached toward the gray sky. Water droplets from high humidity ran along oversized leaves, and the sweet scent of multicolored flowers filled the air. Hanging vines blocked her way, like live walls, and Adanya slashed through, cutting a path. Mixed with the vines, snake like creatures in shades of brown, shared the same fate as the vegetation. Translucent, green-hued goo, their blood, coated her swords. A group of small lizard-like creatures scurried about and appeared to be abandoned by their mother. Adanya approached them carefully. Opened-scaled mouths let out screeches. From a few bushes nearby, a seven-foot long, bright orange lizard came into view. “Oops. I think I overstepped a line.” Hisses filled the air, and claws extended.

Nope, she thought, not abandoned. The large lizard sniffed her babies, as if counting them, and Adanya took a few steps back, distancing herself from the threatening mother. “Please don’t follow me. I don’t want to orphan your children today, but if you’re coming after me, all bets are off.” She kept looking back, making sure the large lizard didn’t decide to follow. A few more paces, and she walked into something hard as if a stone wall appeared out of nowhere. A different species, also related to the reptilians seeming to populate the jungle, stood on its back legs in front of her. From its side, a long arm with claws the size of her swords, hit Adanya. She tumbled on the dark soil. Scratches on her bicep bled through the slashed leather. “Dammit”—Adanya shook her head in disbelief—“I like this top.” Blades extended from her hilts. She faced the enemy. Thick strings of saliva hung from sharp teeth under a sniffling snout. “You’re one big and armored beast, aren’t you?” Adanya measured the creature, and her chances. At almost ten feet tall, hard scales covered its body, as if it was made of rocks. Her hands tightened around the handles of the swords. “Let’s see what you’re made of.” A few stabs did nothing but anger the giant monstrosity. Roars, scaring away smaller critters nearby, pierced the silence. More growls sent shivers down her back. “Damn, you’re a big one, aren’t you? Big and ugly.”

The only section uncovered by the thick plates, was under his head, where she assumed would be the throat. Vibrant blue skin, like a bullseye, marked the only spot where her weapons could, at least in theory, cut through. “How in the stars do I get there?” Adanya quickly evaluated her options. An energy-based throw of the sword might work, but if the creature moved even a few inches, she would miss and accomplish nothing but angering it even more. And despite the size, the beast moved quickly. The reptilian hunched, and triangular fins marking his spine vibrated along with his scales, producing a terrifying warble, like war shields hitting against each other. If this is an intimidating technique, it works. His arms reached forward, forcing Adanya to retreat. One of her swords slashed through his left paw, and a green goo filled the straight-line cut. A thunderous roar filled her ears. The beast attacked again, his right arm swiping her off her feet, and for a second time, Adanya had to regain her footing. What if I let it grab me? Would he lift me close enough to his throat, or squeeze me to death? Her heart slammed against her ribs, faster and faster. Running away from the enemy wasn’t an option. Angered and wounded, he would probably chase her. I wanted a challenge. Well, dammit, I found it. Adanya launched toward it, and took another few stabs, until the brute closed his right paw around her body. Its grip tightened, and she cried out from the pain coursing through her body.

The cracking of bones echoed in her ears, and she lost one of the weapons. Unsure if it was anger, curiosity, or hunger, or all three that drove the creature to lift her off the ground, Adanya focused and held tight on her other sword. Four eyes—like holes in the hard scales covering his head—stared at her through cloudy membranes. Maybe I should’ve stayed home. Or accepted Thane’s company. Close enough to his throat, Adanya plunged her blade in the blue skin, cutting across. Green goo gurgled through the opening, filling the air with a putrid stink. A low growl ripped from the creature’s mouth, and she withdrew the sword only to repeat the same action a couple more times. The paw holding her loosened its grip, and Adanya freed herself from it, jumping backward. All ten feet or so of creature fell on its back with a loud thud, shaking the ground under her feet. “It’s true, the big ones fall the hardest.” Adanya collected her second sword off the ground and inspected herself for injuries. A few new scratches on her arms, and a deeper one across her abdomen still bled, but they didn’t appear to be serious. The red print around her waist, where the beast had squeezed her, hurt. I hope nothing’s broken. She bent sideways to confirm. The pain was bearable, and Adanya opened her backpack, rummaging through for some healing patches. “Are you kidding me? I left the first aid kid on the ship?” She let out a sigh. “This is just great. I’m going to bleed all over this jungle. I might as well ring a

dinner bell.” For a moment, she considered returning to the aircraft, but she wanted to prove herself, train and push her limits. Consulting the scarce map on the bracer, Adanya resumed her journey. The pain diminished with each step, but the hues of colors—blue, black, and purple—grew in intensity. That’s going to leave a big, angry bruise. A chuckle escaped her lips imagining Thane’s face when she returned home. Yeah, he’s not gonna be happy. Mindful not to stir another giant, Adanya followed the red dot blinking on her bracer. Pounding footsteps reached her ears, and the short hairs on the back of her neck stood on end. The multitude of tiny taps against the black dirt assured her this time, a group of smaller creatures approached. From behind a grouping of bushes, bright colored lizards dragged their thin bodies on the dark soil. Green, orange, violet, and blue stripes marked their bodies. Nimble, they surrounded her, and Adanya grabbed her swords again. “Thanks for the warning. Bright colors in nature always lead to deadly traps. You must have some sort of venom.” Before any of the creatures had a chance to attack, Adanya swung and killed one of them, taking its head off in one smooth motion. Her presence, disturbing the natural balance, or maybe the scent of her blood, seemed to have attracted them. Tiny hisses reached her ears, and they displayed pointy, spike like teeth for ripping and shredding.

I can’t let any of them bite me. At least fighting the group of six demanded speed—and speed was her forte. One by one, she slashed her attackers until none remained. A few more scratches added to her collection. Those, made by smaller claws, stung worse than the ones the big guy had given her earlier. Trickling water caught her attention. It seems I’m nearing the waterfall. Rushing the pace, Adanya followed the sound. Her stomach growled a few times reminding her she hadn’t eaten anything since before leaving Vonaris. Adanya found her destination, the perfect spot atop a cliff. To her right, the waterfall she’d heard earlier, added to the humidity. She reached toward the edge of the rapid-moving stream. “Warmer than I thought it would be.” Her fingers cut through the curtain of water. Gathering some in her cupped palms, Adanya washed her cuts. “Argh.” The prickling stings intensified upon with water. Teeth clenched, she cleaned the dried blood. Forty or fifty feet below the cliff, a lake stretched for as far as one could see toward the left. Across the water from where she stood, bright orange magma kissed the edge of the lake, petrifying in a sizzle of evaporating steam. No wonder it’s so hot, she sighed. Every so often, pieces of hardened new soil broke and more of the hot lava poured only to meet the same fate. “Yeah. That’s what happens when you try to mix natural enemies, opposites. It’s deadly for both parts.”

Just like Xarrix and me. We can’t both live in the same environment. Under the waterfall, white rocky formations formed a sort of plateau. The ground continued along the shore on her side like a huge brown snake, contrasting with the light blue tint of the water. She sat on one of the few rocks and grabbed her lunch from the backpack, gulping the first of the two sandwiches in no time. I was hungry, she mused and took a few sips of water, then filled her bottles. Leaves crunched and twigs snapped, alerting her. Something was emerging from the jungle behind her. Adanya rose to her feet. Abandoning the lunch, and bottles, she grabbed her swords. A few more beasts must’ve picked up my scent, she thought. With caution, she took in the intonations of each sound playing out around her. “Come out, you stupid creatures.” She extended the blades. Four reptilian-like animals surrounded her, tails dragging on the ground. They appeared to be close relatives of the ones she’d encountered earlier. “All your dead buddies weren’t a clue for you?” She advanced toward the newcomers, a few feet away from the edge of the cliff. Short legs ed about three-foot long thick bodies covered in rows of ultramarine scales. Red eyes moved on either side of their heads, swiveling independently. Hmm. The eyes of a predator. “Ugly little bastards, aren’t you?” Adanya’s words, or her tone, seemed to have resonated with the creatures. Spikes rose on their backs like oversized needles. “Oh, swords out, huh?” Hisses and growls grew louder. Sharp teeth lined the creatures’ open mouths and

forked tongues tasted the thick air. The spikes trembled and started to glow in a neon-green shade. “Well, aren’t you all pretty.” Adanya leapt, and twisted in the air, landing behind two of her attackers. Slow in reacting, the two still faced the wrong way. With one quick of her right sword, she decapitated the first of the slow-moving reptilians. A viscous green goo poured from its body. The second creature turned halfway. For a moment, his red, swiveling eyes seemed confused. Adanya didn’t wait for the attack, instead, she impaled its body. The tail swished, and a sharp screech filled the air. With only two more left, she threw one of her swords in a circular motion. Slicing through a third, the weapon returned to her hand. “You and me now, ugly.” She stared at the last of her attackers. The stench rising from the dead bodies reached her nostrils and stung the inner membranes. Adanya crinkled her nose. “Ugh, stinky little bastards.” One by one, she kicked them over the cliff. The last of the beasts, crouched on its hind legs, and sprung off its rocky perch. For as slow and heavy as the creature looked, it cleared at least three feet off the ground and was headed for her upper body. Its right claw drew a long scratch, marking Adanya’s midriff. A deep-seated sting set in, and it ripped a cry from her throat. “Die, you bastard.” Adanya sliced the reptilian along its abdomen. More of the goo spattered on the ground, some seeping into the water. “Nobody thought to tell you, it’s not polite to interrupt someone’s lunch?” With the tip of her boot, she pushed the last remains over the edge of the cliff.

Adanya checked the new wound. I need to get out of here before they shred me to pieces. She approached the waterfall again and cleaned off the fresh blood, ignoring the pain. After a few more bites, she packed away the leftovers in her backpack. One last inventory assured her, she had more than enough bottled water. Vibrations on the bracer, the preset timer, let her know it was time to return to the spaceport. Even if it didn’t feel like it, six hours had ed since she had landed. I need to head back. I don’t want to be caught out here in the dark. “It’s been an interesting day.” Adanya closed and sealed the rucksack in order to keep the contents dry, then stood. The rumble of an engine reached her ears. From behind thick bushes, a ground vehicle came into view. So, I’m not the only visitor on this lush, tropical wilderness, she thought. The sight of the driver forced her eyes to open wide to the point of discomfort. “What in the stars?” Adanya blinked. Is he real, or am I having a heat stoke? I’m pretty sure those lizards didn’t bite me.

Chapter 10

Xarrix Behind the last row of dense bushes, the vegetation made room for grand views —a waterfall, a lake, and slow-moving lava. But it was Adanya who stole his breath. She appeared to be waiting, facing in his direction. Perhaps she’d heard the noisy vehicle? Turning the engine off, Xarrix dismounted. “Miss Adanya Tebbet-Theus.” “So, you found out my name.” Hand propped on a hip, she cocked her head. “How in the stars did you find me here? And don’t tell me you were in the area.” “I have eyes everywhere.” A smirk stretched her lips. “Funny, coming from the one-eyed guy.” Adanya gestured toward the right side of his face. “Just because you can’t see the other one, doesn’t mean it’s not there.” Xarrix noted a lock of black, wavy hair sliding across her cheek. The memory of the silk-like threads against his skin made the tips of his fingers tingle. “Oh. You’re saving it for special occasions?” Dare echoed in her tone. “Something like that. We need to talk.” A couple more steps took him close enough to see her eyes, which narrowed into thin slits. Cuts and bruises covered her exposed skin. I guess all those creatures refused to die without a fight. “There’s nothing to talk about.” Her right hand twitched, as if ready to grab the

sword. “Unless you’re here to surrender.” “I’m not here to fight you, Adany.” “What did you call me?” Both her hands closed on the handles of the swords dangling on the belt around her waist. “I believe Adany suits you better.” Xarrix smiled behind his mask. “It has the same spark you possess.” Why was he provoking her? He should’ve known better. But she’d awakened in him parts he didn’t know existed. Did he really wanted to see her fight again? To ire her agility and the fluid dance she’d performed last time? “Spark, huh?” A growl left her lips, a warning he didn’t ignore. “I’ll give you spark.” Blades extended from the hilts of her swords. “I don’t wish to hurt you.” Xarrix lifted his hands in front of him, palms opened. “You are my future wife.” Adanya burst into gales of laughter, louder than the cascade of the waterfall. “You must be seriously dehydrated. You’re hallucinating.” “The oracle predicted it the day we met.” Xarrix flexed his right hand, preparing to grab his sword if she didn’t stop. “Then you should fire your oracle. He or she, lied to you.” Adanya advanced another couple of steps. “All her predictions have been correct. You will be my wife, the mother of my children.” “You’re crazier than that bag-of-nuts father of yours if you think I’ll ever let you touch me.” Icy-cold anger flared in her green irises. “If you , I already did. And you didn’t dislike it as much as you’d want everyone to believe.” For a second time, he glanced over the bruises and scratches marking her body. None seemed life-threatening. “You’re seriously overestimating yourself.” Adanya launched into a quick flurry

of stabs and slashes. Her blades cut through the air too close to him, forcing Xarrix to take a step back. “I hate you.” She initiated an attack with the right sword, followed by a stronger hit with her left. His sword stopped the first hit a split moment before , but she still managed to land the second one. Damn it. She’s been practicing. Why didn’t I see that one coming? Xarrix growled. “Congratulations.” Sparks and smoke rose from his left hand. “You’ve killed my bracer.” One inch higher, and she would’ve injured his arm. “I missed.” Brows furrowed, Adanya took a step back. “I was aiming for your head.” “Good thing your aim is off.” Her swords rose again, and Xarrix took another step back, peeking behind him. Only about three feet away from the edge of the cliff, energy accumulated inside him. Power coursed through his body with familiarity. Tingles warmed him from inside out. Her blades rushed toward his chest, and thanks to his quick reflexes—muscle memory—Xarrix countered her blows. I must immobilize her before she knocks me off the edge and into the lake below. “Stop it.” Right hand extended in front of him, Xarrix released a wave of accumulated energy from his body. Golden ribbons of light shot toward her. “Ha.” Unlike the last time, when he succeeded in capturing her, she spun out of

the way. “Your trick only works once.” The golden energy attack hit the soil in an explosion of dirt. The ground shook beneath his feet, breaking into pieces. Adanya stored the hilts on her belt, but with the terrain disappearing from under her, she sank into a hole. Lunging forward, Xarrix caught her wrist in his hand. “I got you.” She disappeared in a plume of dust and steam rising from the dark opening. With one smooth pull, he drew her out of the clutches of the planet’s collapsing surface and against his chest. “Let me go.” Adanya yelled, but her arms hold onto him tight. More chunks of ground broke. The rock underfoot gave way, and he fell about twenty feet off the side of the cliff, clutching her to his frame. Only steps away, his speeder slid off with the rest of the rocks and debris. There goes my ride. I guess I’ll have to walk back. “I’m not sure that’s a good idea.” Xarrix closed the artificial hand on a few roots sticking out, stopping the freefall. His frame slammed against the side of the bluff, and her body crashed against his. Rocks avalanched around them. Xarrix lifted his gaze up the crumbling wall. There’s no way to make it back to the top, he sighed. The lake, about twenty feet below seemed to be the only escape. “Do you know how to swim?” Adanya didn’t answer, but she nodded. One of the larger rocks in the falling debris hit her hand, dislodging her handhold.

“Son of a droid.” Her bracer sparked, shooting streaks of light. “This is your fault.” “Mine?” Xarrix held her closer to him, glancing toward the surface of the water. “How do you figure?” “I was fine until you showed up.” Adanya pushed her blackened bracer under his nose. “Yeah. I can see that.” He took a closer look at the cuts slashed into her bicep. She needs some healing patches. Damn, I forgot mine. “You had to go and use an energy attack of that magnitude on an unstable planet.” Her green eyes brightened with angry sparks. “What were you thinking?” “This world should’ve been stable enough to withstand it.” Xarrix glanced again toward the water below At least I thought it was. “Yeah, right. Look around.” Adanya rolled her eyes with what appeared to be annoyance. “It’s all crumbling.” “Take a deep breath on the count of three. One—” The side of the mountain shook, and the root his fingers clutched vibrated under the durasteen hand, pulling free of the unstable ground. Dirt and debris rained on top of both him and Adanya. About six feet from the surface of the water, rocks tumbled down—one struck her right temple. “Adany.” Her name escaped his lips, and her body went limp in his arms. Warm water surged around his frame, and a concussive rumble made his ears pop. Cradling her close, he held her unmoving body against his. Working his way back to the surface, Xarrix managed to avoid the larger falling debris.

The plateau near the waterfall seemed safe, and he swam to it, making sure to hold her head above the water. By the time he reached the white, flat rocks, the quake had stopped. Climbing on the rocky surface, he emerged from the murky water, dragging her with him. “Adany.” He laid her down. She didn’t respond. The pulse at her wrist thumped steady against his thumb and index finger. Blood oozed from the open wound on her temple. Pinching the edges closed, he held the puckered flesh until the bleeding stopped. “Great. And now, we’re stuck here.” Xarrix took in the new surroundings. A few of the weird looking trees, with twisted trunks, spread their huge foliage in a canopy. Sword in hand, Xarrix cut a few of the thick, lush leaves. Under the lip of a stone wall, he improvised a bed for Adanya away from the water’s edge. Only a few steps from where he stood, her backpack floated on the surface of the now smooth water. Retrieving it, he opened it, hoping to find something useful in there. Perhaps a spare bracer, or a first aid kit? To his disappointment, Xarrix only found food, water and a few other items. “Hmm. At least I can make a fire and shoot signaling flares if need be.” The cut on her temple started to bleed again, leaving a crimson trail down the side of her face. Without a second thought, Xarrix unwrapped the piece of fabric he wore on his right hand instead of a glove and tied it around her head. His fingers lingered in her hair. Even soaked, it felt soft, and the scent of garseria filled his lungs. “This is not how I expected this encounter to go.”

Chapter 11

Adanya With no light or darkness, a floating sensation carried Adanya. She tried to reach out, but it appeared her body disintegrated. How is it possible, when warm, smooth waves caress my skin? From the nothingness, two figures took shape, closing until she recognized her parents. “Mom? Dad?” No sound. Adanya wasn’t sure if she called their names out loud, or just thought she did. Her mother’s green eyes, identical to hers, brightened with a smile. Adanya could never hear enough of her mom’s stories from when she’d been a smuggler turned spy in times of war. The white leather suit her mother used to wear, seemed now wrapped around nothing, as if there was no body. Adanya turned her attention toward her father. Golden eyes stared back at her. He seemed pleased, and the corners of his mouth lifted for a moment. But something must’ve changed because in a flash, a frown replaced it. His black robes moved, billowed by a breeze she couldn’t feel. Both her parents looked at each other first, then somewhere behind Adanya. She wished she could see what it was, but space had no meaning. There was no back or forward, no up or down. A refreshing scent of snow filled her nostrils. “Mom, where are we?” Adanya tried for a second time to see something around her.

The same absence of anything met her gaze. “Are we in the mountains?” She ed the trip they took when she was about ten years old. Simran’s snowcapped peaks sparkled in the bright sun, and white flakes danced around her. A crease appeared on her father’s forehead. With another warm smile, her mother placed a gloved hand on his arm. She enjoyed the interaction between her parents. Love, always present, made Adanya wish to be just like them one day, meet someone who would fill her heart with the same joy reflected in her mother’s eyes. Her inexistent body lifted, as if someone carried her, and a cooling, soft sensation wrapped around her, like a misty balm. The snow scent dissipated, replaced by an aroma of fresh cut grass. If colors had a smell, the one filling her lungs was green. “Why aren’t you guys talking to me?” Adanya blinked, tears blurring her vision. Last time she spoke to her parents, the day before they left to never return, vivid in her memory, now replayed. They had told her how proud they both were of her. At the time, she had just graduated the School of Diplomacy, and was about to accept the invitation to Simran’s Diplomatic Corp. It would’ve been an honor. Only with her parents’ deaths, plans had changed, and she ed the partisans instead. Sounds of a crackling fire echoed in her ears, and Adanya sniffed the air. Smoke seemed to swirl around her, as invisible as everything else. It relaxed her, and she grinned. Could someone without a body smile? The thought floated away as quickly as it came. Her mother approached, and her white glove touched Adanya’s cheek. “Listen to

your heart, my sweet girl.” The first of her mom’s words echoed in silence, but her mouth didn’t move. “And always follow your instincts.” A heavy hand clasped where Adanya should’ve had a shoulder, and her father’s golden eyes appeared unblinking. “Hate is nothing more than a shield. It will stop happiness from shining into your eyes.” His deep voice reminded Adanya about all his teachings. She always could count on her dad’s wisdom and had asked for his advice when needed. With a wave, both her parents’ unclear silhouettes distanced from her. “Wait. I need to talk to you.” Adanya panicked. Were they going to leave her alone? Again? She needed them. “I have questions.” The farther from her they went, the blurrier their images became, dissolving like ink in water, until they disappeared into the nothingness. “Mom. Dad.”

Chapter 12

Xarrix Xarrix piled the firewood, more than enough to last through the night—now, the only thing left to do, start it. Pearls of sweat caused by the excessive heat of the planet, trickled on his forehead. With a quick movement, he took off the mask, laying it on a flat rock, and wiped his face with an open palm. The waterfall nearby lured him with the false promise of coolness, but he’d tried it already, and it was warmer than his body temperature. When the sky started to change colors, he lifted his gaze to the gloomy clouds. Grays, dominating during the day, were slowly replaced by shades of green, tangerines, and fuchsia. Crimsten’s atmosphere, rich in gases released by the planet’s magma, offered a memorable show. Colors mixed in the darkened sky and bled into one another. Deep violets and maroons took over, throwing long shadows. Xarrix used one of the sparklers from Adanya’s backpack to start a fire, hoping the blaze would keep the creatures at bay. But if not, the light from the flames would prove beneficial and allow him to see an oncoming attack. A loud rumble rose from his stomach. The left-over sandwich in Adanya’s backpack tempted him, but he refused to eat it. What if she woke hungry? Instead, he opened one of the less desirable ration bars from the inside pocket of her rucksack. Ever since he could , he’d hated the cardboard consistency of the tasteless food. At least they were filling, and it took a while to chew them.

“It’s going to be a long night.” He threw the wrapper in the fire. It crackled and curled in on itself, then disintegrated, turning into ash on top of the embers. Sitting within an arm’s reach of Adanya, he relaxed his forearms on bent knees. Darkness covered the sky. Not one star broke through the thick layer of clouds caused by all the steam the planet breathed. So, that’s what makes the air dense, he thought. Silence, interrupted only by the soothing sounds of the waterfall and the crackling of the flames, lulled his senses. He checked on Adanya one more time. A dark plum tint streaked across the contours of her cheekbone, signaling the black eye to come. Pink, full lips, drew his attention. What do they taste like—he rubbed the scruff growing on his chin—sweet or savory? Xarrix let out a sigh. The humid air, even now under the cloak of darkness, kept a sheen of moisture on his skin. Clothes stuck to his flesh. He missed the comfort he’d grown accustomed to in the last three years. But here on this world, he enjoyed the lightness inside him, away from what felt like a curse looming over his head at all times. Any time he left Baruul, he felt more like his old self. Without the darkness of the throne room, or the constant responsibilities of the Armada floating above the palace, he allowed, once again, the warrior within him to surface. I could get used to this. A simple life seemed out of his reach. The green leaves covering Adanya’s body crackled, drawing his attention. “Uhm.” She stirred, under the oversized foliage of her makeshift bed.

“Easy, Adany.” Her eyes blinked open. Unfocused emerald-green irises seemed to see through him. “You’re safe.” A soft moan left her lips. “Are you in pain?” He brushed away a few strands of hair, now stuck to her face from the humidity. “You have a head injury. Try not to move.” Adanya lifted an unsteady hand and caressed the left side of his face. Fingers trailed over his scars, one by one as if trying to memorize them. “Xarrix.” The word came out muted, airy. “Yes, it’s me.” Head tilted against her palm, he covered her small hand with his. For a moment, she seemed to have understood his words, then her eyes closed. Adanya’s delicate hand slipped off onto his arm, and she fell unconscious again. A cool breeze blew, and her clammy flesh broke out in goosebumps. The gust of air brought a sliver of relief, but the high humidity persisted in the air. “Rest.” He stroked the side of her face. “I’ll keep you safe.” His body relaxed, and the hypnotic dance of the flames slowly faded away, taking with it the tension weighing his mind.

Chapter 13

Adanya Pain caressed the edges of her consciousness. Sounds of water and fire mingled in her ears. Oh yeah, the waterfall, she ed the warmer than usual stream of falling water. But a fire? I don’t making one. Who did? Each breath she took hurt, as if her body had been hit by a freighter. Where did her parents go? Why did they leave her? Was she dreaming? Was she still in some weird dream? The pain felt real, and so were their deaths. Am I dead, too? Adanya moved her fingers. At least now, I have my body back. And damn, it hurts. Do dead people feel pain? Earlier fights through the jungle came rushing back to her mind. The giant beast she’d defeated must’ve squeezed all her bones out of place. Fuzzy memories mixed. The interrupted lunch, the stinky lizards she killed, were all clear. She was about to head back toward the spaceport when . . . Xarrix. The moment he dismounted his speeder flashed in her mind, making her heart pump blood faster. A sharp pain pulsed on her temple. What happened after he came looking all gorgeous and snarky? Why did she think he was attractive? She hated him. The misty veil covering her mind lifted, and all the details of their fight hit her with a cold, raw reality.

Adanya stirred, and arrows of pain shot through her body. “Ugh.” Thick, strong fingers interlaced with hers. The calloused palm enclosing her hand brought her a sense of safety. Had she heard Xarrix’s voice? Her eyes blinked opened to a dark sky. Lights and shadows danced around. The crackling of a fire, and smell of smoke, wafted from her right. A face came into view above her. Clear blue eyes stared at her from under slanted brows. In the intermittent light from the fire, dark blond hair, cut short, in a military manner, covered the man’s head. Her gaze lowered to a straight nose parting his cheeks—one smooth, the other marked by discolored scars. Her fingers itched to touch them, and she lifted a hand to the side of his face. Even if scared, the soft skin felt warm and clammy. Two full lips moved, but she couldn’t hear anything. I might hate him, but I’m not blind. “Xarrix.” Her own whisper reached Adanya’s ears with a mix of surprise, and curiosity. She ed dangling on the side of the cliff after he pulled her out of an abyss opened under her feet. Did he save her life? And what happened after? Am I dead? Is he dead, too? Her fingers skimmed from the cheek to the cleft in his chin, memorizing the way each scar snaked. Prickly stubble grazed against her skin, and heat rose inside her. Is this how he looks behind the mask? Am I dreaming, or visiting from beyond death’s clutches?

His lips moved again. The words didn’t reach her ears. How would it feel to kiss him? A subtle tug at the corner of her mouth stretched her lips, or, at least, she thought so. One hand covered hers, and Xarrix tilted his head to the side. The slight movement made his hair sparkle in the orange light. A cold shiver coursed through her body. His chiseled features blurred, as if she looked through the wrong lens. Adanya blinked, trying to regain clarity. Darkness became denser, swallowing the flickering light, and hiding him from view. Her hand, suddenly weighing more than she could handle, slid along his arm. Corded muscles imprinted in the memory of her fingertips before a deep, powerful vacuum of nothing sucked her in.

Chapter 14

Xarrix Hisses and growls invaded his ears. An indiscernible stench filled his nostrils, and Xarrix’s eyes sprung open, alert to the changes in the surrounding air. The fire, now reduced to bright embers, cast shadows through the darkness. “Adany.” On reflex, he jumped to his feet. How long had he been asleep? Two creatures crawled over her body, clawing at her clothes. Two steps later, and Xarrix was on them. He kicked one, sending the beast over the edge and into the water. The second, he grabbed, then tossed as far away from her as he could. A sea of glowing red eyes stared at him. Thousands of needle-like spikes, sparked in a bright green all around the area. In need of more light, he grabbed Adanya’s backpack and rummaged through, until his trembling fingers closed around a smooth handle. He grabbed it and pointing it toward the sky, he fired two charges from the flare gun. The orange light revealed his surroundings. Hundreds of reptilian beasts roamed on short legs ing about three-footlong bodies covered in dark-colored scales. Loud hissing, followed by more growls, rose from open mouths lined with sharp

teeth. A threat before an impending attack. Bright green-glowing needles, about a foot long, rose on their backs, like an army of spears. Hands extended to his sides, Xarrix allowed the particles of energy to fill his body. Each molecule moved through him as if attracted to a magnet, increasing his power and warming him. I hope this won’t start another quake. It’s the only way to eliminate them all. A soft golden glow gathered around him, like an aura. With a deep breath, he pushed the luminescent wave of energy forward. The concussive blast hit his adversaries with brute force, sending them airborne, then slammed them to the stony bank. A glowing green goo covered the ground, mixed with bits and pieces of their bodies. He froze for a moment, waiting for a quake, but nothing happened. Behind him, another beast growled. Perched on a rock, the creature sniffed Adanya, then released a high-pitched screech that sounded more like an alarm— a call for allies. For a second time, he rushed to her. “Touch her, and you die.” The beast lunged at Adanya, jaws opened and teeth snapping like sharpened blades. He grabbed the attacker’s tail in mid-air. The creature, quicker than it looked, spun around and bit him. A tight vise closed an inch or so above his wrist, and a deep-seated burn crept up his arm. He wrapped the artificial fingers of his other hand around the back of the beast’s neck. “You little bastard.” Squeezing the hard scales, Xarrix relished the crackling of

bones breaking. When all movement stopped, he tossed the lifeless body in the direction of the others. Kneeling by her side, Xarrix examined Adanya’s body. A multitude of scratches and bruises covered her. He trailed fingers over her smooth skin in search of puncture wounds. His heart accelerated, but there were no signs of bites. I wish I was inspecting her body under a different circumstance. A loud pulse drummed in his ears. The creatures seemed to have liked her leather suit, which was now ripped to shreds, exposing more of her body. Xarrix took a few calming breaths. He grabbed pieces of wood from the nearby pile and threw them on top of the remains of the earlier fire. On his hands and knees, Xarrix blew on the embers until young flames rose and started to feed on the new logs. Sitting near the fire, he checked the two puncture wounds on his forearm. Green goo, like the substance painting the ground around the improvised camp, now coated the holes. “Venom. Great.” He applied pressure on both sides of the bites to squeeze out the green viscous liquid. Nothing emerged. Removing a strap from the nearby pack, he wrapped it around his arm to slow the spread of the venom. Determined not to fall asleep again, Xarrix focused on Adanya. Holding her hand in his, he counted the beats of her heart. His gaze lingered on the exposed skin under the ripped leather bodice. Black

lace undergarments peaked through, igniting his imagination. Who wears lace under fighting gear? With both their bracers damaged, it was impossible to know what time it was, or how long had ed since he first encountered her on this world. Far from any sort of civilization, he doubted anyone had seen the flares. At least he had the presence of mind to tell the agent to initiate a search in twenty-four hours if he didn’t return. Minutes ticked away in slow motion, and the venom burned a path through his veins, weakening him. Every so often, Xarrix stood, and threw more wood on the fire, but always returned to Adanya’s side. Each movement exerted far more energy than he had to spare. “At this rate, I’ll be lucky to see sunrise.” The darkness around swallowed his words. No, I have to make it. If I die, who would protect Adany? I need to stay alive. His resolve steeled. Time ticked by and the night turned to pre-twilight dawn. At the first signs of a new day, Xarrix gathered all his will, then stood. A rumble in the distance broke the silence. The hum of an engine drew closer. Is it real, or is my mind playing tricks? The darkness of the night melted into milky steam rising from the ground. The hum stopped, and he fell back, beside Adanya. Time had lost all meaning along with Xarrix’s hope that someone was coming. There hadn’t been twenty-four hours yet, so no search team would show up anytime soon. His eyelids grew heavier. Hair stood on end across the length of his arms, and his skin buzzed. A wave of energy, disrupted the monotone calmness, and lit new hope inside him.

Something, or someone, who could manipulate energy, drew near. With the last of his strength, Xarrix covered his face with the mask and stood, determined to protect Adanya at any cost. Whoever it is, will have to get through me first. A tall shadow moved closer through the dense fog and steam. An ample, long coat billowed around the newcomer. “You’re close enough.” Xarrix almost didn’t recognize his voice, softened by the toll the venom had taken on him. “Show your face.” The man stopped and lowered his hood. Golden eyes stared at him from under silver hair, and he recognized the visitor, Adanya’s twin brother. “Thane Tebbet-Theus.” He staggered but regained his footing. “Where is my sister?” “Here.” Xarrix stepped to the side. The movement took more effort than he could handle, and he collapsed to the ground. “Adanya.” Thane ran to his sister. “What did you do to her?” “Falling debris struck her, but other than that, she’s unharmed. Well, except some scratches and bruises, which she already had before I located her.” Xarrix, now kneeling, struggled to maintain an erect posture, even if unable to stand. “What happened here?” Thane glanced in his direction. A white-silvery glow covered the newcomer’s hand, running up and down a couple of inches above Adanya’s body. Interesting, he thought. Thane is a healer. Xarrix gathered all the strength he could. Talking had grown harder, making him alternate between speech and keeping his lungs full of vital air. After he’d explained the events of the prior day, and brought Thane to the present hour, he

let out a loud sigh. “How is she?” Xarrix glanced toward Adanya. In the morning light, her skin appeared paler. Thane covered her with his coat. “She’ll be fine. Tell me something,” he paused for a moment. “Did she follow you here?” “No.” Xarrix shook his head. “I came after her.” “To kill her?” “No. We had to talk.” “I guess that plan didn’t work out well. For either of you?” Thane arched a brow. “It did not.” Xarrix exhaled loudly. “So, what was so important?” “She is supposed to be my wife.” Xarrix had trouble staying coherent. Words had become harder to form. “Does she know that?” The slight sarcasm in the other man’s voice gave him a boost. “I told her. It was what started the fight.” “Can’t say I’m surprised.” Thane checked her wound under the improvised bandage. Surrounded by an angry bruise, the small cut had stopped bleeding, and had started to heal. “The pile back there”—Adanya’s brother waved a hand toward the goo-covered ground—“Is it your doing or hers?” “Mine. A pack of creatures attacked last night, or this morning before dawn. I’m not sure about time anymore.”

“I see that.” Thane pointed to Xarrix’s arm. “One got you.” “Yes.” Pride pushed Xarrix back to his feet. On shaky legs, he squared his shoulders. “If you, too, seek to kill me, now would be a good time for you to try.” Hesitation reflected in Thane’s eyes. “You saved Adanya’s life. It’s a debt I can’t overlook.” Xarrix had always thought he would meet his end fighting. Being taken by venom was the last scenario he could’ve ever imagined. At least she was safe now. Maybe Adanya is right, he sighed. How had the oracle gotten it all wrong? Too bad she won’t be back. “So, what now?” Xarrix swayed but managed to stay on his feet. “A life for another.” Thane approached Xarrix and grabbed his arm. “I’ll save yours, this time.” “What are you doing?” He pulled away but failed to free his arm, then fell to his knees. “I must purge the toxins. If I don’t, you’ll be dead in minutes.” Thane’s right hand closed over the puncture marks. “I’m surprised you lasted this long.” The same silvery light as before, beamed from the other man’s fingertips. It covered the green glow, expanding well beyond the elbow. A cooling, yet warm sensation coursed through Xarrix’s body. Inch by inch, second by second, strength returned one molecule at a time. The toxins receded, quickly. When the last two drops of the deadly green liquid dripped from his wound, a thin stream of blood dribbled. Thane reached for his belt and opened a small packet. With precise movements, he placed a healing bandage over the punctures. “Thank you.” Xarrix tilted his head. “I won’t forget this.”

“Nor will I.” At a closer look, Thane’s golden eyes appeared somehow empty, as if he had suffered a great loss. With a short nod, he lifted his sister’s unconscious body in his arms. “I may regret it later, but I believe it’s the least I could do for the man who saved her life.” Thane lowered his gaze to Adanya. “Do you have any means to return to the spaceport?” “No. My vehicle crashed in the quake.” “Mine’s up the hill.” Thane took off in the direction he’d came from. “I’ll give you a ride.” An hour later, in the spaceport, Xarrix watched Adanya’s brother open the hatch of an unmarked ship. When will I see her again? The words haunted his thoughts. “In the future, stay away from my sister.” “I cannot do that. She’s the one destined to me.” Back at feeling like himself, Xarrix straightened. “She hates you.” Thane turned to face him. “I know.” A sharp pain stabbed his heart. “But she’s wrong about me.” “You killed our mother.” Thane raised his voice. A couple of bystanders stared at them. “You’re mistaken, as well.” Xarrix whirled on his heels and headed to his ship. “And only see what you seek.” “She will never concede to you.” It took all his self-control to walk away from Adanya without turning to see her one more time. He needed a plan. Convincing her to marry him wasn’t going to be easy.

“I’ll find a way.” Xarrix tightened his fists. “I must.”

Chapter 15

Adanya The monotone humming of the engines echoed in her ears. Adanya blinked her eyes open to Thane, sitting on the edge of the mattress, beside her. “Hey.” She rubbed her eyes, but her vision remained blurry. “What’s going on? Where are we?” Pulling up, she tried to sit, but the room spun around her. Thane held her shoulders in place. “I’m taking you home. You were late last night.” “Last night?” What happened? Memories flooded her mind. “I being caught in a quake. Xarrix came after me.” “He did. And he saved your life.” Her brother pressed a button on the side of the bed, raising it to a sitting position. “Did you kill him?” Adanya held her breath, hoping to hear Overlord Xarrix didn’t exist any longer. But at the same time, felt conflicted about his possible demise. “No.” Her brother threw her a set of clean clothes. “Did you hear what I just said?” “He talked some nonsense, and I fought him.” She paused, allowing the spinning to stop. “Then the quake started, and we both were dangling on the side of a cliff.” More details of the previous day returned with clarity. “I think some of the falling rocks hit me.” “That’s correct. He took you to safety and protected you from the venomous beasts who attacked during the night. He almost died doing so.” “Was he bitten?”

“Yes.” Thane’s monosyllabic answer hit the walls of the silent cabin. “Good. I hope he dies a slow, painful death.” Adanya inspected her shredded leather suit. “Ugh, this was my favorite.” “I healed him.” He rose and grabbed a glass of water off a side table. “You did what?” Her pulse escalated out of control. “Sis.” Thane offered the water. “He saved your life, so I had to spare his. It was the right thing to do.” Adanya shook her head. “No. That’s stupid. You should’ve killed him.” A tiny voice inside her mind whispered the opposite. He’s alive and well. A sigh of relief whistled through her parched lips, and she sipped from the cold water. Deep creases marked Thane’s forehead. “Do you really hate him this much?” She pressed her lips together. Anger worked deep inside her, but there was something else. Had she dreamed of Xarrix without his mask? “Yes. And I have a feeling, we’ve missed the last chance to take him out.” Her shoulders slumped. Then why in the stars am I glad he’s alive? “We’ll talk about it some other time.” Doubt shadowed Thane’s eyes. “I’ll let you change. We should be home in about three hours.” Her brother exited the medical bay and closed the door behind him. Adanya placed the half empty glass on the table and stood. One foot in front of the other, holding onto chairs and the edge of the two beds in the room, she worked her way to the shower. “What in the—” Adanya gagged, then wrinkled her nose in disgust at the unidentifiable stench rising from her ruined leather suit.

Under the hot water, her mind searched for answers. Blue eyes, shaped from memory, followed by honey-colored short hair and thick, slanted eyebrows—the left one cut in half through the middle by a scar— invaded her thoughts. More discolored lines covered the left side of his face, across the straight nose, and under his square, wide jaw. Does he have a cleft on his chin? Heat warmed her body. How hard had she hit her head? Why did she think of Xarrix as attractive? His smile swirled in her thoughts, bringing two symmetric dimples on his cheeks to life, which made her knees soft. “Damn it. It must’ve been a dream.” She refocused on her shower. “I’m still going to kill him.” Showered and dressed, Adanya ed Thane into the cockpit, and sat on the chair next to him. On a large screen, the image of the war room came into view. “I’m leaving for Ruesha in an hour.” Radox stood at the head of a council table. “I’ll interrogate the spies they captured.” “When I left, yesterday, you said you’d wait for my return.” Adanya sensed there was more to the trip. “Is that the only reason for your rush?” The screen amplified her cousin’s smirk. “You also said you’ll be back before midnight.” His remark brought the bitter taste of yet another failure on her behalf. Could she do anything right? It seemed she walked from one mistake into another. “I’m sure they can interrogate them without you, or ship them here if needed.” Aunt Charisse placed a hand on her son’s shoulder. “Unless there’s other pressing business you must attend to. A personal one, perhaps?”

“Fine. I’ll spend some time with Myrya, as well.” “Keep us up to date.” Uncle Draxen stepped into view. “And stay under the radar.” The screen flickered, then the connection was lost. “What happened?” Adanya checked the communication device. “We just entered a magnetic asteroid field.” Thane grabbed the control in front of him and eased the vessel between two large masses. Adanya’s body slid sideways, and she nearly toppled out of the chair. Grabbing the harness, she strapped herself in. “I don’t like that he’s leaving without me—without us.” Adanya had always insisted on walking them to their ships before a mission. Growing up together, Radox was like a brother to her. “It doesn’t feel right.” “Sis, he’ll be all right.” His hand clasped her shoulder. “It’s you we’ve been worried about.” “Me?” She lifted her gaze to Thane. “Since your failed assassination attempt on the Overlord, and now your careless adventure on Crimsten, you’ve changed.” Had she failed at pretending everything was the same? Could her brother be right? “What do you mean?” “Your hate against Overlord Xarrix has diminished.” “No, it hasn’t.” She shook her head refusing to it it even to herself. “I still want him dead. Even if he saved my life.” Thane’s darkened gaze seemed to cut through the walls she’d raised around herself. “If you say so. But after what Radox saw in that throne room back on Baruul, and with what just happened—” “Physical attraction is only skin deep. Hate goes all the way to the soul.” Her practiced words sounded empty.

“Are you trying to convince me, or yourself?” Unable to find an answer, Adanya punched his arm. “I just want Radox to be careful. All this feels like the quiet before a storm.” “When did you start having premonitions?” Thane’s brow arched with interest. “I’m not sure they’re anything more than vivid dreams.” Xarrix’s image flashed in her mind.

Chapter 16

Xarrix Xarrix turned off the screens overhead. Two months after his trip to Crimsten, he still didn’t know where Adanya was. The infiltrated spies confirmed locations and numbers of the partisans’ camps, even discovered a few new ones, but they came up empty-handed for any information regarding the Tebbet-Theus family. The heavy gloom of the throne room pressed on his shoulders, and Xarrix let out a sigh. He gazed toward the long black runner marking the center of the room, wishing Adanya would materialize before him, just as she did months ago. Perhaps Lorelyn will have more luck. A tiny glimmer of hope bloomed in a sea of sorrow. He hesitated in asking his cousin to find the family that interested him. To his surprise, she volunteered, taking one of the fleets, and she’s been on the hunt ever since. Loud clinkering approached the open doors of the throne room. The guards are changing. Six new guards and six droids replaced the ones lined alongside the runner. More of the metallic, cadenced steps broke the silence when the ones relieved from duty walked away. Darkness swirled around him, and Xarrix allowed it to fill his mind and body. Even if Lorelyn finds Adanya, how will that meeting go? Another fight? No. He had to find a way to make her listen, to understand that her hate against him was misplaced. But how?

Plans and ideas seemed to flow through him, from the somber throne. Were his suspicions justifiable? Did the throne and the Armada influence his decisions? Was it a curse? Xarrix stood, breaking the connection with the darkness slipping inside him. The bracer on his wrist sent light vibrations up his arm, and he checked the incoming videocall. “Lorelyn.” Xarrix hurried to answer, falling back into the seat. “Tell me you have good news.” His cousin smirked from the lit-up screen. “Would I bother you, if I didn’t?” “You found her?” Xarrix grabbed the armrest to his right. “Not your precious Adanya, but the next best thing.” Lorelyn moved the camera toward a group of prisoners. In the center, a man with a long, black ponytail held his head high despite the sparkling, energy blocking handcuffs. Xarrix recognized him—Radox, her cousin. A smile stretched his lips behind the mask. “You never disappoint.” “I’ll bring every single one of them in the throne room in about twelve hours.” Lorelyn reappeared in front of the screen. “I believe that means tomorrow morning?” Xarrix nodded. “Yes.” The plans he strategized earlier flashed through his mind. None of them seemed good, except one—cruel, but efficient. “Oh, don’t forget what I asked of you. I need everyone alive and well.” Lips pouted, she tilted her head to the side. “You suck the joy out of everything. They’re prisoners and should be treated as such.” “No. I have special plans for them.” Xarrix stood again, as if the throne had

burned him. “I don’t want to see as much as a scratch on any of them.” “Fine.” Her clipped tone enforced the disagreement with Xarrix’s restriction. “But if any of them tries anything, I’ll act accordingly.” “I said, no.” Xarrix raised his voice. “If you need to, you may subdue them with tranquilizers, but that’s it.” His right hand cut the air in front of him with a short, abrupt . “Not a scratch, not a bruise, not a mark.” Lorelyn clicked her tongue. “You’re either growing weak, or that plan of yours is really special.” She signaled the droids behind her to move the prisoners away. “I’ll take them to the ship.” “See you soon.” Xarrix terminated the connection. Hurried steps took him out of the throne room, and into his living quarters. He’d avoided making any decisions regarding Adanya while in the throne room, but this time, his patience reached its limits. Perhaps I should sleep on this one. Xarrix took his mask off and headed to his bedroom. For the first time in two months, he went to sleep knowing he’d see her the next day. Wherever you are, Adany, tomorrow morning, you’ll have a big surprise.

Chapter 17

Adanya Coffee in hand, Adanya entered the war room. Thane and the rest of her family appeared absorbed in the thralls of studying a tridimensional map. “Did I miss Radox’s call, last night? I went to sleep early.” She approached the small group. “Morning, everyone.” “No, he hasn’t call yet.” Thane sipped from his coffee. “Morning, sweetie.” Aunt Charisse lifted her gaze toward Adanya. Silver curls danced around her delicate face. “You two should cut your cousin some slack. He got engaged last week.” Hmm. Funny how Charisse and Thane are the only ones with silver hair in our family. They must be sharing a gene that skipped the rest of us. Adanya glanced toward Thane. “And he couldn’t find two minutes for the weekly update?” A heavy knot sat in her gut. What was supposed to be a couple of weeks trip, turned into two months. Radox had prolonged his stay on Ruesha, and everything seemed to be fine, but something—something she couldn’t pinpoint, bothered her. The ring from Thane’s bracer filled Adanya’s ears. Why did she expected to hear bad news? “Speaking of Radox, he’s calling.” Thane pressed a few buttons on his bracer and transferred the videocall on the large holoprojector. Her cousin’s image filled the middle of the room. Cuffed and kneeling in front of the camera, he stared into nothingness. Dark circles under his eyes revealed a

lack of sleep. Beside him, Myrya and about twenty more of the partisans, shared the same fate. Aunt Charisse covered her mouth with both hands. “No. Radox.” Overlord Xarrix walked in front of the camera, and Adanya lost her grip on the coffee cup. The ceramic mug slipped between her fingers and shattered against the uneven ground, the sound covering her aunt’s sobs in her husband’s arms. White shards scattered across the floor along with coffee. “No.” An invisible claw tightened around her throat. “As you can see, your Ruesha partisans are now in my custody.” Xarrix clasped his hands at the small of his back, facing the camera. “And you’re calling me why? To give me a personal update on the news?” Thane squared his shoulders. “If you know what’s good for you, you will let them go.” “Actually, I was told this is Adanya’s frequency.” Xarrix glared at Radox. “Neither of us would give my sister’s channel to strangers.” Her twin brother lifted his chin. “I see sarcasm is a Tebbet-Theus family trait.” Xarrix didn’t seem amused. “Let me talk to Adanya.” She hurried to Thane’s side. “I’m here. Let my cousin and the others go, or I swear I’ll—” “What? Kill me?” It appeared Xarrix could use sarcasm just as well. “You’ve tried already and failed.” He lifted a hand with two of his fingers up. “Twice.” "See.” Adanya turned to her brother. “I told you, you should’ve let him die on Crimsten.” Her heart accelerated, and a roaring pulse drummed in her ears. After a short glance in her direction, Thane refocused on the screen. “I’m starting to believe my sister is right.”

“Their freedom”—Xarrix waved toward the group of prisoners—“it’s in your hands.” “What do you mean?” Leaning forward, Adanya squeezed the edge of the round holoprojector. I wish this was his throat, the thought pleased her. “I will let them all walk free in exchange for your surrender.” Xarrix’s flat tone sent chills the length of her back. “And if I refuse?” She narrowed her eyes. “They’ll all be publicly executed.” “You bastard.” Adanya lost her calm and pushed back from the screen. “How long have you been planning this?” “You have one hour to decide.” Xarrix terminated the connection, and his image flickered out. The room seemed void of air. Heavy silence filled every corner, like a beast crawling from the shadows, broken only by her aunt’s crying. The technicians had stopped working at their stations, and all eyes stared at her. What choice did she have? Adanya bit her lower lip, then rubbed her face. “I’ll surrender.” Aunt Charisse ran to her. “You can’t do such thing.” She wrapped her arms around Adanya’s shoulders. “Radox is like a brother to me, you all know this already. I won’t leave him and the others there.” Adanya hugged her aunt. “We don’t have enough time to break them free.” Draxen walked away from the holoprojector. “No, we don’t.” Adanya eased out of her aunt’s embrace and turned to her brother. “After Radox and the others get back here, you’re busting me out.”

“Sis—” “You know he won’t hurt me.” She forced a smile. “It’s the only way.” “What if he won’t free them after your surrender? What’s stopping him from going forward with the execution?” Thane’s hands rolled into fists. “I’ll be sure to ask him that when he calls back. You focus on him”—Adanya turned to her aunt and uncle—“all of you, try to find out if he’s telling the truth.” “Why does he want you so badly? He’s gone through a lot of trouble to force you to surrender.” Uncle Draxen stopped pacing. Adanya glanced to Thane, then lowered her gaze to the floor. “He’s under the impression, I’m his future wife.” A general gasp consumed all the oxygen in the room. “Which I’m not.” “You mean, he asked you to marry him?” Charisse wiped the tears streaming on her cheeks. “No.” Adanya shook her head. “He mumbled something about some stupid prophecy. Nothing to worry about.” Images from the trip to Crimsten flashed before her eyes. The more Adanya tried to make a clear distinction between reality and dreams, the blurrier the line became. Goosebumps rose on her skin. “Thane, do you our special code? The one we used when we were kids to fool Mom and Dad?” “I do. What about it?” “I’ll try to call and let you know what’s going on. Most likely, I won’t be alone, so keep your ears open.” Adanya tried to sound convincing. Not as much for the others, but for herself. “Sis, are you sure you want to do this?” Thane’s golden eyes stared at her with intent. His hand grabbed her shoulder. “It’s the only way to get everyone out of there alive.” Adanya nodded. “Without

starting another war.” “All right.” Thane released her shoulder. “I’ll make sure your ship is ready.” “It’s not big enough for everyone.” She gazed toward her brother. “I’ll take an unmarked transporter.” “Can you fly it?” “Yeah. I’ve done it a few times.” Another shiver coursed her body. She had to face Xarrix again. Aunt Charisse brought her a new cup of coffee. “Here, sweetie.” “Thanks.” Adanya sipped from the black liquid. It lacked the aroma and the flavor she loved. A bitter taste coated her mouth. Maybe I’ll manage to kill him this time? The question torturing her for the past couple of months rose in her mind. Do I really want to? Adanya shook her head. Yes, I do. I must. The second call came in at the exact time specified—an hour, right down to the minute. Xarrix’s image filled the middle of the room. “Have you made a decision?” She placed the almost empty coffee cup on the edge of the holoprojector. “Straight to the point, huh?” Adanya couldn’t keep herself from goading him into an argument. “No chit-chat?” “Time’s ticking.” Adanya rolled her eyes. “What guarantee do I have you’ll release everyone once I surrender?” She crossed her arms over her chest. “My word.” Xarrix straightened. He doesn’t like being questioned. Adanya recognized the offended undertone in his voice.

“That means squat to me,” she spat. His gaze slid from her face to the low cut of the vest she wore. Adanya uncrossed her arms as fast as she could. “Too bad. My word is as solid as a signed official document.” A woman with straw-like, blond hair paced behind him. From under a long, brown coat, the tip of her boot hit the knees of the prisoners a few too many times to be accidental. “If Blondie”—Adanya pointed to the woman on the monitor—“touches anyone, even a tap, one more time, the deal’s off.” Where had she seen her before? Xarrix glanced behind him, and the blonde walked away. “So, you will surrender?” He refocused on the screen. “I hope you realize that if you don’t let everyone go, you’ll start an open war.” “That won’t happen. I always keep my word.” Xarrix covered his chest with an open hand. Adanya pressed her lips together. Both, her aunt and uncle nodded, confirming he was telling the truth. For a fraction of a second, she wished it was her hand touching his chest. “Fine. I’ll surrender.” The moment the words left her lips, the weight pressing on her shoulders lifted. A hint of victory gleamed in Xarrix’s visible eye. “Perfect. Two small fighterships will lead you to the landing pad reserved for the exchange. As soon as you surrender, everyone else will board your ship and leave.” His flat tone sounded like a death sentence in her mind. “And you won’t blow them up as soon as they take off?” “No. See you soon.” For a second time his hologram flickered out. The family walked Adanya to the waiting ship. Her uncle was the first to hug her. “We’ll get you back. And thank you for doing this.”

Adanya forced a smile. “I know.” Tears filled her aunt’s eyes again. “Be strong, sweetie. You know we won’t leave you there for long.” Arms wrapped around Aunt Charisse’s shoulders, Adanya fought the tears stinging her eyes. “I’m counting on it. And don’t worry, Radox will be back soon.” She eased out of the embrace and started up the ramp. Thane waited for her by the door. “Don’t do anything stupid.” His golden stare cut through her with the intensity of a laser. “Radox and I will get you out as soon as we can.” Adanya swallowed the gulp in her throat. “Wait for my call.” She hugged Thane, then hurried inside the ship before changing her mind. The last hours of freedom, her flight to Baruul seemed to be shorter, yet somehow too long. How is it possible for time to compress and expand all at once? Adanya wasn’t in any rush to face Xarrix again, but she wanted to see her cousin and the rest of the prisoners safe and away from his grasp. Ever since she started training, Adanya accepted the responsibility, the danger, even the possibility of dying. If she was to meet her end, at least it was for a good cause, for saving twenty others, including Radox and his fiancée. But if he wanted to kill me, I would be dead by now. What’s he thinking he’ll get out of my surrender? The proximity alarm startled her, and with trembling hands, Adanya took control of the ship as soon as the autopilot disengaged. The famous Armada filled the viewport. Hundreds of warships surrounded the planet. Their slick pewter silhouettes, accentuated by gold trims, sparkled with intermittent lights. A couple of one person aircrafts headed toward her.

Guided by the two fighter-ships, Adanya started the descent on Baruul. The landing pad wasn’t at the spaceport, as she’d expected, but near the palace. In the bright, early-afternoon sun, the colossal construction glimmered in starkwhite and golden hues, surrounded by lush gardens. Adanya set the vessel on the ground. Leaving the engines running, she unsealed the door. At the end of an ashen-gray pathway, Xarrix waited. Behind him, Radox and the rest of the hostages stood surrounded by guards. Adanya took a deep breath in. Head held high, she cleared the ramp. I’ll keep my dignity, even if this is a walk toward surrender. She stopped a couple of feet away from Xarrix and gazed at her cousin. “Radox, are you all right?” At least he wasn’t cuffed any more. He nodded his answer, without looking at her. Is he mad at me for surrendering, or at himself for being caught? Adanya focused on Xarrix. “I’m here. Now let them go.” “Your weapons.” His hand stretched in front of her. “I’m not giving you my swords.” Even if she expected it, Adanya wasn’t ready to give up without a fight. “This is a surrender, not a social visit.” His open palm didn’t move. “Fine.” She grabbed the hilts from her belt. Before dropping them, she withdrew her hand, clutching the handles against her body. “When do I get them back?” “Whenever I decide it’s safe.” He didn’t flinch. Tension charged the air between her body and his, like invisible coils ready to snap. Chilling sparks prickled under her skin. “Make sure you keep them safe.” She placed the weapons in his expecting hand.

“I’m attached to them.” Xarrix turned to the guards. “Let them go.” The group of prisoners advanced, and she stepped aside. Guilt shadowed their eyes. Adanya forced herself to remain calm and keep a painted smile on her face. With each step the released hostages took, Adanya lost a piece of her freedom. What if I run with them? He won’t let his druards shoot me. Inside, her soul screamed. Myrya and Radox were the last ones. “We’ll get you out of here.” Her cousin looked into her eyes for the first time since she arrived. “No talking.” Xarrix placed himself between her and Radox. His artificial hand closed on Adanya’s wrist. There goes my plan to run away. Tears of frustration filled her eyes. “I hate you.” When the ship took off, more tears blurred her vision. For a moment, she felt abandoned, left behind. But it was her choice. “This way.” Hand outstretched, Xarrix invited her to follow him inside the palace through one of the long corridors. “Your cousin will call after they clear Baruul’s air space to confirm they’re safe.” “Are you taking me to the dungeons?” Adanya walked by his side and turned the corner into a much more luxurious hallway. Cream-colored runners covered the white stone floor, and decorative sconces lined the walls. This is definitely not the way to a prison cell. “If you were an ordinary prisoner, the guards would’ve taken custody of you.” He stopped in front of the double doors and opened one of them.

“What’s this?” Adanya stepped through the narrow space left between the doorway and his body, making sure she didn’t touch him. The thought of physical covered her hands in a cold sweat. “My chambers.” The sound of the closing door sent an icy blast along her spine. “So, I’m a guest, then?” A short whirl on her heels brought Adanya face to face with him. “A special guest.” Xarrix took off his mask. Short, honey-golden hair sparkled under the overhead lights, and bright blue eyes stared at her with intensity, the left one from under the scar-split brow. Her gaze followed a path over the lighter skin-coloration of the lines marking the left side of his face, then continued over the straight nose, leading to a square jaw. The expression, and identical look with the one in her dreams, sent Adanya back a couple of steps. Her mouth dried. Was it possible she hadn’t dreamt? Had she seen him before, on Crimsten? “In that case, I want my swords back.” Adanya pushed all the questions to the back of her mind. A grin parted Xarrix’s lips. “That’s not going to happen.” Palm on a flashing screen, he opened a safe hidden behind one of the many paintings, placing her hilts inside. At least I tried. Adanya examined the new surroundings. After her parents’ deaths, she’d left their home and moved to Vonaris, ing the partisans and the rest of her family. Yes, she missed the comfort of her home, but now, she was a fighter. Luxury, comfort, sophisticated food and expensive dresses were all memories, brought back by the modern décor in Xarrix’s chambers. Low, straight-line sofas, floating glass tables, and monochromatic rugs, were

paired with detailed sculptures, colorful art, and an abundance of plants. The living area, light and airy, opened to a terrace. Beyond railing, gardens stretched as far as she could see. Her bracer rang, and Adanya answered without hesitation. “Radox.” “We’re all fine and out of range.” Guilt still lingered in his gaze. A relieved sigh left her lips. “Good.” “We’ll negotiate your release as soon as possible.” Radox’s smile brought her the reassurance she needed. “That’ll be a waste of time.” Xarrix interrupted the conversation. Radox glared at the overconfident Overlord, then refocused on her. “We’ll keep in touch.” “Okay. Give my love to everyone at home.” Adanya terminated the call before more tears flooded her eyes. “Please, have a seat. We need to talk.” Xarrix gestured toward one of the few sofas spread throughout the spacious room. “Since I’m a prisoner here”—soft pillows hugged her body—“I guess I have no choice but to listen to your rant.” “I’ve noticed you’re not disgusted by my scars.” “I expected something hideous, and, well, now I must say, I’m a tad disappointed.” Adanya shrugged. “They’re not too bad. I don’t know why you wear the mask.”

Chapter 18

Xarrix Xarrix sat on the sofa across from her. What was it about Adanya that attracted him? Yes, she was beautiful, but she wasn’t the only or the first pretty girl he’d encountered. Was it her personality? Her fearlessness? Her sharp tongue? “The mask and the artificial hand”—he moved the fingers of his limb—“are a reminder I’m not invincible, nor perfect.” Adanya leaned forward. “If that’s what you need, give me my swords back. I’ll remind you.” An involuntary smile curled his lips. She sure was the only one who managed to make him smile. He’d forgotten how good it felt. “Do you know why I brought you here?” Xarrix poured red wine in the two glasses waiting on the low table and offered her one. “You don’t like to drink alone?” Adanya took the globe-like glass from his hand. “That’s true, but it’s not why I wanted you here, in my palace.” Xarrix held his breath, not knowing what she would say next. The thrill of being surprised every time she opened her mouth hummed inside him. “Then, you must’ve wanted to show me all your riches and power at the expense of an entire galaxy.” Adanya sipped from her drink. “Not even close.” The aromatic red liquid coated his mouth, exploding in fruity flavors. “But I hope you’ll find the accommodations to match the lifestyle you’re used to.” “You don’t know a thing about me.” A spark of anger glimmered in her eyes.

“Wrong. I know more than you think.” Xarrix remained calm. “As the daughter of Lord Tebbet, I’m sure you’re accustomed to servants and slaves. And despite your snarky attitude, I can tell you have a good education.” “My mom hated the concept of slavery. She freed every single individual my dad bought, hired them as servants.” Adanya stared at him with a frozen glare. “You don’t know as much as you think.” “Your mother was an irable woman.” Xarrix took a second sip of wine. “Is that why you killed her?” Her hand tightened around the glass. “You’re wrong about me. On many aspects.” “No, I’m not.” She shook her head. “And as far as my lifestyle goes, I’ve been living the life of a fighter, not the one of a helpless doll meant to look pretty in high society.” “Versatility is a rare quality.” Xarrix goaded her further. Her patience seemed to be thinning, and he wanted more of her snark. “Go to hell.” Her lips pressed in a firm line. “I’m not familiar with that world. Is it in our galaxy?” His brow arched with interest. “It’s an imaginary world.” Adanya huffed with what he assumed to be annoyance. “Many thousands of years ago, some humans believed it to be the place where the souls of bad, unredeemable people, went after death. According to the legends, they would be trapped in an eternity of suffering.” She sipped more of her wine. “That’s where you’ll go.” “I doubt it. But your little lesson confirms my assumption.” “Which one?” A provocative grin bloomed on her lips. “You’re well educated. It sounds like you’ve majored in worlds and cultures?” Adanya averted her gaze, her hands playing with the glass.

“Yes, I did. I finished the Academy of Diplomacy a couple of weeks before my parents’ deaths. Top of my class.” “I majored in strategies of war.” “Big surprise.” Her sarcasm cut like an ice blade through the heat tingling under his skin. “Care to try and guess again as to why you’re here?” Why did he push her buttons? Or was it just a reaction of her pushing his? Either way, the banter filled him with a lively feeling, as if she’d breathed life into him. “I think you flexed your muscles enough. You obviously went out of your way to get me here.” Placing her glass back on the table, Adanya leaned against the cushioned backrest, a dare in her eyes. “All right.” Xarrix displayed a relaxed façade, inside, each cell in his body tensed. “I figured it would be more convenient for you to be here.” “Convenient?” Horizontal lines marked her forehead. “Yes. Day after tomorrow, we’re getting married.” Xarrix focused on her reaction, sending invisible tendrils to taste her emotions. Despite the tinge of fear, he detected curiosity deep inside her. Adanya burst into laughter. “In your dreams.” Xarrix stood. “Later today, the best dressmakers will take your measurements for the wedding gown. It will be ready tomorrow. Please feel free to choose anything you like.” “I don’t think you understood what I’ve said.” Adanya lifted her gaze to him. “I’m not marrying you. Not the day after tomorrow, not ever.” Her tone escalated with each word. “Oh, you will.” He took a few steps toward the opened glass doors to the terrace. “No.” Adanya rose to her feet. “I won’t.”

Curios to see how far he could push before reaching a breaking point, Xarrix faced her. “What exactly do you have against me?” “Other than being an arrogant snob, a murderer, and a tyrant, not much.” Her defiance drew him closer. “And what if I prove you’re wrong?” He stopped a couple of feet away from her. For how delicate and fragile her body appeared, she sure had the attitude to compensate. “I’m not. You killed my mother.” She paused for a moment. Shadows ed through her eyes. “You think so highly of yourself, that you need a constant reminder of your mortality.” Adanya gestured toward his artificial hand. “Not to mention, you’re terrorizing an entire galaxy with your Armada.” Her fists closed tight, as if ready to punch him. “I guess that’s what you see when you don’t know the truth.” Xarrix straightened, his chest puffed. “That is the truth.” She didn’t seem impressed with him towering over her. “There is nothing in this world you could do or say to make me change my mind.” A grin tugged at the corner of his mouth. Xarrix arched a brow. “Care to make a wager? “I’m not the betting kind.” Adanya’s flashed a smile that didn’t reach her eyes. “Please, follow me.” Mask on, he opened the door. Cold sweat covered the palm of his hand. She’s worth the risk I’m about to take, Xarrix repeated the mantra stuck in his mind. “Where to?” She exited the room at his invitation. “I want to show you something.” Xarrix inhaled the sweet garseria scent swirling in her proximity. In his mind, questions collided, raising more doubts. Could he turn her hate into

love? “I don’t like surprises.” Adanya’s gaze focused on her surroundings. “I doubt it. Everyone likes a good surprise.” Xarrix turned his head in the direction she did. “Something interesting back there?” “No.” Her clipped answer, too quick, failed to sound indifferent. “You’re counting steps and making mental notes of reference points.” Xarrix gestured toward the portal they walked by. “If you’re planning an escape, it’s a waste of time.” “I was not.” “You’re a bad liar.” Xarrix smiled behind his mask. Her lips pressed in a firm line, and her shoulders stiffened. Xarrix shifted his gaze from Adanya to the wall a few feet in front of him. Will she hate me more, or see me for who I am? He stopped in front of the lift and pressed a button. As soon as the translucent, glass platform stopped, he stepped on it. “Please, me.” The smooth ascent started and the marbled walls of the shaft flowed around them, illuminated by lights inserted into the moving platform. “This elevator is making me uncomfortable.” Adanya clasped her hands together, fingernails digging in the flesh. “Don’t tell me you don’t like heights.” He let out a nervous laugh. His future depended on the next few minutes, on her reaction to the truth he’d been guarding. “It’s the translucent floor.” She pointed to her feet. “I’m expecting it to shatter at any moment.”

“I assure you it won’t.” “Your assurance means nothing to me.” Her chin jutted upward. “I have to say, I ire your determination.” “I’d rather you ire my swordsmanship.” Reminding him she would prefer to fight than talk didn’t exactly surprise him. “I already did. You have a unique style.” He faced her. “Fast, precise, and uncommonly driven.” “Not precise enough.” Adanya lifted her gaze to him. Emerald sparks announcing a storm glinted in her eyes. “What do you mean?” “You’re still talking.” She refocused on the marbled walls flowing around them, like a stone waterfall. The platform stopped in front of another corridor and Xarrix led her forward. About twenty steps from the elevator, he turned left and stopped in front of an oversized entrance. Two guards stood at attention, then opened the heavy doors. Adanya followed him into the vast, dimly lit space. Racks along the walls hosted artifacts and boxes of various sizes. Row after row, hundreds of glass capsules filled the rest of the room. Above them, green lights flashed in a lazy rhythm.

Chapter 19

Adanya Adanya stared at each of the glass cylinders. Inside, people seemed to be sleeping, their bodies held upright by deep cushioning foam. “What is this place?” Her question rose above the cadence of the steps on the black shiny floor. “Are these people dead or alive?” “Alive, in suspended animation.” Xarrix pointed to the green lights. “Life is active as long as the lights are on.” “Who are they? Why do you keep them here?” Adanya stopped and focused on the faces of the people trapped in the glass cylinders. Men and women, in what appeared to be a peaceful slumber, floated inside, dressed in various armors specific to worlds across the galaxy. They are too few for a secret army, and too many for friends and family. “They are all worthy warriors, fallen in battle, friends and enemies alike. Each of them has earned their spot.” Xarrix advanced between two rows, then stopped, waiting for her. “I don’t understand.” She shifted her gaze from one of the sleeping figures to him. “Why do you keep them here?” “Every single one of them deserves a second chance to a life of their choice.” Xarrix gestured around him. “I can wake them at any time.” “And why don’t you?” Adanya grabbed his arm. Xarrix stared at her fingers clutched on his sleeve. It was the first time she’d initiated physical .

Warmth spread inside, making her aware of how close they stood and the heat building under the fingertips. “Some are more valuable here than in the world outside these walls.” She quickly withdrew her hand, the touch burned her. “So, you keep them as treasures?” Anger boiled inside her. “Is this some sick, twisted idea of a trophy room?” “Not exactly, but close.” He glanced toward some destination she suddenly feared to reach. “Every single one of my guests”—his arm gestured toward the glass containers—“has been declared dead or missing for years. Some were here since before I was born.” So, the crazy runs in the family. Can’t say I’m surprised. “Why are you showing me all this?” Adanya finally moved from the spot where she stood, as if invisible roots had been holding her into place. “Did you think I need more reasons to hate you?” “No. In fact, I was hoping you would hate me less.” Xarrix stopped in front of two capsules. “Less? You’re out of your mind.” Her gaze moved from his outstretched hand toward the two people trapped inside the cylinders. Adanya gasped in disbelief. “Mom.” Her hands touched the smooth glass surface. “Dad.” Her knees buckled and hit the hard floor. “Are they alive?” She couldn’t tear her eyes from them. For three years, Adanya and everyone else, thought them dead. “Yes. The green lights are flashing.” He tapped the colored indicators. From behind her, Xarrix’s words filled her heart with a mixture of joy, anger, and sorrow. Through the tears blurring her vision, Adanya stared at her parents. Her mom wore, as usual, a white leather outfit. At the bottom of the glass cylinder, two blaster pistols and a bracer lay beside the plaque bearing the name—Kalina

Tebbet-Theus. To the right, her father’s black robes preserved the same noble, distinguished presence as she ed. The sword’s hilt and bracer, Adanya recognized, lay in front of another plaque—Aeven Tebbet. “Wake them up.” Her throat hurt. Each muscle in her body tensed, fighting against the tears stinging her eyes. They’re alive. Mom and Dad are alive. For the past three years she had worked toward accepting their deaths, and now she stared at them. “It’s more complicated than pushing a button. Your parents are well-known public figures. The entire galaxy thinks they’re dead.” “I don’t care.” Adanya rose to her feet. “Wake them up.” Her tone hardened, and she glanced toward Xarrix in time to see him shake his head. “I can’t do that. Perhaps one day, but not now.” “You bastard.” She spat between clenched jaws. “You stole them from me.” Anger expanded, burning through every inch of her body, and spreading like wildfire. “I kept them alive.” His flat tone reached her ears. “And I will keep doing so if you’ll accept the marriage proposal.” Tears broke free tickling her cheeks. Adanya drew in a deep breath. There wasn’t enough oxygen. Was he blackmailing her? Her parents’ lives for her consent to marry him? No. This must be a nightmare. “And if I refuse?” Adanya wiped the tears away, but more came. “I’ll cut their life .” He indicated to the same flashing green light, as earlier. “I hate you.” Control slipped away, and her fists hit his hard chest. “I hate you.” Uncontrollable sobs mixed with her words. “Let them go.”

Xarrix grabbed her wrists, stopping her from punching him. “Adany.” Mom and Dad are alive. The new discovery echoed in her mind. Shoulders slumped, and more tears streamed on her face. Releasing her wrists, he hugged her to him. Her mind screamed to run away. Instead, she let sobs overtake her, and tears soak Xarrix’s pewter tunic. “We should go. Your appointment with the dressmakers is in a few minutes.” His deep voice resonated in the quiet space, bringing her back to the present. How long have I been crying? Mom and Dad are alive. For so long, Adanya mourned their deaths, and planned revenge. Now what? She stepped back from the circle of his arms, near the glass capsules holding her parents. “When can I see them again?” “After we’re back from our honeymoon, anytime you wish.” “I didn’t accept the proposal to marry you.” Adanya took in a deep breath. I can’t let them go a second time. But I can’t marry him either. I have to find a way. “You’re not going to wed me?” His hand rose to the side where a screen surrounded by a multitude of buttons displayed what appeared to be vitals. “You’re a monster.” She pushed his hand away. “One who has kept your parents alive all this time.” Xarrix started toward the exit. “Only to use them as a bargaining chip.” Adanya glanced one more time toward both her parents, then followed him to his private chambers, her prison. Reality stared Adanya in the face. She either married Xarrix, and kept her parents alive, or refused and kill them. “I expect your answer at dinner. Until then, enjoy the fitting of your gown.” He tilted his head, his gaze unreadable, then exited the room.

All the hate and anger accumulated, exploded inside her. Adanya grabbed the first object to her right, throwing it against the closed door. “I hate you.” The glass globe representing the world of Baruul shattered, and hundreds of shards covered the floor. Seconds later, a small army of women poured in through the opened door. The glass crunched under their feet. Two servants hurried to clean it up. On a floating cart, samples of fabrics lay in multiple stacks. Did she give a damn about the dress? No. On second thought, maybe I should. Distant times from childhood reappeared in her mind. Even when she and her brother were grounded for something they did, Adanya always found an exit from their parents’ strictness. But with every solution, there was a price to pay. Any situation had a way out, always. It was just a matter of finding it. Xarrix had been clear about his and left her no choice. He had forced her hand to accept the marriage. But I don’t have to stay with him afterward. The flaw in his plan brought hope into her heart. If she ran away after the ceremony, Adanya could let everyone know her parents were alive. They could come back and free them. But how would Xarrix react? Could she gamble with her parents’ lives? I can’t free them all by myself. I have no idea how we would get out. Maybe steal a ship? Too risky. Before running away, Adanya had to make sure Xarrix wouldn’t kill them. Trusting his word didn’t seem enough to put her mind at ease, but she had to take the risk. Staying with him after the ceremony, was out of the question. I definitely need a dress comfortable enough to run in.

By the time the army of women eager to please her left, Adanya couldn’t if she’d chosen silk or lace, or if the veil would be long or short. The insignificant details fled her mind, leaving room for an escape strategy. Thane better be on his game and understand my hidden messages.

Chapter 20

Xarrix The servants arranged the dinner table and left. Xarrix took off his mask. “Do you have an answer for me?” “I know what answer I’d like to give you.” The anger in her voice mixed with restraint. “Let me guess.” Amusement lifted the corners of his mouth. “You would need your swords for that one.” “You’re damn right.” Adanya took one step forward. Out of her leather suit, the silky gown she wore reflected light in waves of changing colors from deep green to warm oranges. Thin straps held the fabric in a modest neckline. Strings of beads hugged her shoulders, over flawless skin. His hands itched to touch her. “I’ve given you a choice.” “Is that what you call blackmail?” Adanya inhaled, as if she fought to control her temper. “A choice would imply two or more viable options.” “Adany.” Xarrix advanced toward her. “Do you really think it would be so terrible to be my wife?” “Terrible doesn’t do it justice.” Before she could back away from him, Xarrix closed his hands around hers. The left, artificial one, made soft hydraulic sounds each time his fingers moved. “I didn’t kill your mother. I made sure both your parents were healed, and I kept them alive.”

She tried to withdraw from his grasp, but his hold tightened on her hands. “Out of everyone in the galaxy, they were the only ones courageous enough to stand against my father, true warriors.” “You stole them from me, from their lives.” “I respect and ire them both. When the time is right, I will free them.” His chest puffed with the deep breath he’d inhaled. “And let’s not forget, I have not initiated a single attack against any of the worlds.” She yanked her hands free. “You just keep everyone in line with terror, with the threat of your damn Armada.” Adanya stepped back, as if making sure she was out of his reach. “It doesn’t make you any less of a tyrant.” A loud sigh left his lips. Why did I think this was going to be easy? “Think of all the power you will have as my wife.” Xarrix held a chair out, and Adanya sat. “You will become the most influential woman in the galaxy.” Tempting her with a high rank was a cheap argument, a desperate attempt, but Xarrix had to it, he was running out of options. “I’m not power hungry. All I want is my life back, the way it was before your crazy father unleashed war in our galaxy.” Head lowered, Adanya’s tone softened. Xarrix sat across the table. “Perhaps in time, we can reach some sort of agreement.” “Would you be open to the idea of negotiating peace?” Hope sparkled in her emerald irises. “Peace will be on my . I have the upper hand.” His dry tone killed the glimmer in her eyes. He hated to see it gone. Since he’d become the new overlord, Xarrix searched for ways to end the tensions between various worlds and his reign. But he wasn’t going to give up

the power. “And you wonder why I hate you.” Adanya focused on her food. A sharp stab in the heart pushed all the air out of his lungs. Was there no way to convince her he wasn’t a monster? How much was he willing to sacrifice for her? “I hope that will change.” He took a forkful of his food. The grilled meat and vegetables filled the air with tempting aromas. “Do I have your word you’ll keep my parents alive if I marry you?” Adanya’s question surprised him. Was she finally coming around? Could he achieve peace on his , and conquer her heart? Xarrix hurried to swallow his food. “I swear.” He covered his chest with an open palm. “Let’s make one thing clear. I’ll marry you, by your stupid law, only to save my parents’ lives.” She impaled a piece of meat. “But nothing will ever change the way I feel about you.” A chill traveled his spine. Xarrix stared at her a few seconds in silence. Will the rollercoaster ride she forced him on, ever end? Perhaps I rushed to conclusions. How in the stars do I find a way to her heart? “We’ll leave for our honeymoon after the ceremony. My ship will be waiting for us.” Xarrix hoped the change of subject would excite, maybe even make her curious about where they would go. “No party?” Her usual sarcasm returned, without a hint she even cared about their honeymoon. “There will be parties going on across the galaxy. It’s not every day an overlord marries one of the partisans’ leaders.” “So, this was your plan all along.” Adanya stopped chewing. “If you think

anyone will be deceived by an arranged marriage, you’re wrong and a bigger fool than I thought.” How do I tame this little vixen? She must have a weakness. “We’ll see about that.” Xarrix continued to eat. She always pushed his buttons, bringing out the worst in him. Letting her believe their marriage was some sort of alliance between The Freedom Partisans and The Dark Legion of Baruul, could turn against him. His desire to marry Adanya had nothing to do with politics. Yet, he didn’t bother denying. “If my stomach didn’t grind on empty, I would so throw this food in your face.” Her grip tightened on the fork, knuckles turning white. “Maybe I should have a screen installed between us.” Pushed by invisible forces, he adopted her sarcasm. Even if she wouldn’t toss the food across the table, she could at least throw her water in my face. Xarrix prepared to duck. To his surprise, she inhaled loudly, as if fighting her impulse. “I have a better idea.” Adanya clenched her jaws. “We should have dinner on different planets.” Xarrix chuckled and choked on his food. Shaken by unstoppable coughs, he reached for his water glass. She may never turn out to be the loving wife he wished for, but one thing was for sure—he would never get bored. Her snark would always keep him on his toes. Ice cubes clinked against the glass, and the liquid slid down his throat with a welcomed coolness. “I meant to ask you . . .” Adanya sampled some of the colorful salad. “Where’s Blondie? Who is she, the woman with bad hair who kicked my people?” “My distant, adopted cousin, Lorelyn.” Xarrix placed his glass on the table. “I thought she looked familiar. The most vicious, heartless assassin in the galaxy. I’m not surprised.” Adanya’s tone hardened again, as if she had shrouded herself

in an unbreakable shell. For a moment, he wished he could smash the wall closed around her. Taking it down, brick by brick, seemed impossible. “She’s proven her loyalty to me over and over again, and never failed a mission.” Xarrix exploited Lorelyn’s reputation many times in the past. Why was he defending her now? Just to remain in opposition? “Maybe she had the wrong missions.” Adanya mumbled loud enough for him to hear, then impaled a vegetable. “I hope at least my brother can witness the ceremony.” “Of course. All your family is welcome.” He patted his mouth with an immaculate white napkin. “I’ll make sure they can land on the same pad you did earlier today, by my ship. That way, you may talk to them on the way.” “I don’t even get time to change?” Her eyes rounded with surprise. Xarrix couldn’t help another smile. “You’ll have everything you need aboard my . . . our ship.” Adanya lowered her head. “That’s not enough time to spend with my family.” Another win for me. Xarrix mused. Did he enjoy seeing her defeated? No, he would’ve rather seen her happy. “They can visit after we’re back. I don’t want you to think I’m trying to isolate you from them.” Adanya narrowed her eyes. “Right now, that’s exactly how it looks.” Xarrix chewed his food, which suddenly turned tasteless. It seemed any subject he tried, rose to an argument. Were they so wrong for each other that there was no common ground? Except the mutual attraction. She’s fighting it, and I need new weapons to defeat her.

Chapter 21

Adanya After dinner, Adanya walked out onto the terrace. The young night’s air enveloped her with a sweet, fresh scent, identical to her perfume—garseria. Beyond the paved section, bushes lined a few alleys. I didn’t expect to see garseria bushes in his garden. Does he have any other surprises? A few outdoor couches spread throughout, and she chose to sit on one surrounded by the fragrant flowers. “I’ll call my brother now. If that’s okay with you.” She turned toward Xarrix. “Of course. I hope you don’t mind if I stay nearby. Your behavior is not what I would call trustworthy.” He walked to the next couch, a few feet away and across from her. “I’d like a little more privacy.” Adanya dialed Thane’s frequency. “You’ll need to earn it. For the time being, I don’t trust that you won’t devise a plan with your brother to run away.” Xarrix sat, pressing a few buttons on his bracer. A couple of translucent screens popped up and seemed to have captured his attention with whatever data flowed along them. The lights lining the alley played on his chiseled face. Her gaze lingered on the chin cleft, and her fingertips tingled with a desire to touch it. How would it feel? Smooth, or rough with stubble? This is crazy. I hate him. “Adanya.” Thane answered, yanking her out of the short fantasy. “Are you all right?”

In need of more privacy, she opted for keeping his image on the bracer’s screen, and not have it floating above her wrist. “I’m fine. Did Radox and everyone else made it back?” “Yes, they’re all here, worried about you.” Thane engaged in their coded language, letting her know the conversation wasn’t private, most probably transferred onto the big screen in the war room. “That’s why I’m calling, to let you know what’s going on.” Adanya took in a deep breath. Xarrix’s comment, about the possibility of an escape plan unnerved her. She needed to be extra careful. “Hey,” Radox pushed himself in front of the screen. “The Overlord hasn’t made any demands yet.” Adanya hesitated. Guilt persisted in his eyes. “He won’t make any. In fact, day after tomorrow, at noon Baruul local time, we’re getting married.” An eternity-long second of silence followed her announcement. “What? You hate him.” Thane took over the conversation. “Are you sure?” His brows wrinkled. “Yes. He can be very . . .” Adanya glanced toward Xarrix. He seemed preoccupied with his screens, but she knew he was listening to each word. “Persuasive. I hope you can make it and be my witness?” Her gaze shifted to Thane. “Of course, I can. Are you sure it’s what you want?” Adanya nodded. “I’m sure. I understand if Radox can’t show up. He has a lot to deal with.” She hoped Thane understood her hidden message—Radox was supposed to be in stealth. A slight nod from her brother assured her he did. “Am I going to be treated as a hostile?”

“No. In fact, Xarrix was kind enough to reserve the same landing pad I used earlier today for you. When you come, you will land right by his ship, on the palace grounds.” “That’s nice of him.” Thane’s sarcasm always amused her, and she bit the inside of her cheek. “Oh, before I forget.” Adanya hoped her casual tone prevented any suspicion from the man sitting only a few steps away. “Could you please bring me Mom’s brooch? The one Dad gave to her on their wedding day?” “The one with the emerald?” Thane seemed to have understood she was requesting the jewelry with stealth abilities. “Yes. I always wanted to wear it on my special day.” “No problem.” Thane nodded. “I assume we’ll have some time to talk. This sudden marriage doesn’t sit well with me.” “Unfortunately, we won’t. I’ll send one of the servants for the brooch, but we won’t be able to see each other until we’re in the throne room.” A cold sweat covered her skin. “We’ll talk after.” Another hidden message Adanya hoped her brother understood. He wasn’t supposed to break her out until after the ceremony. “Are you sure you can’t spare a couple of minutes before?” Thane appeared to want to make sure he read between the lines the correct timing. “I’m sure. Give my love to everyone.” “Sis.” Thane stared at her. “Is he forcing you into marrying him somehow?” Wrong question to ask. Damn it, Thane. Adanya shook her head. “He’s not. The decision is mine, entirely.” Another smile parted her lips, and she stared into her brother’s eyes. “I see.” Thane’s somber glare clued her that he understood. “I will see you day after tomorrow then.”

“See you. And please, don’t forget my brooch.” Adanya terminated the call. Yeah, he knows what to do. “That seemed to have gone well.” Xarrix closed the screens and stood. “It could’ve been better.” She straightened her spine. “Like giving him the news in person, and not through a call.” An impish smile curled his lips. “Sorry.” He walked toward her. “I guess you’d like to retire?” Xarrix outstretched a hand in front of her. “Actually, I’d like some time alone with my thoughts.” She leaned against the cushions and crossed her legs. “If you don’t mind. I’m pretty sure there are guards everywhere, so you won’t have to worry about me running away.” His wholehearted laughter filled her ears and tingled along each bone in her body. “You are correct.” He withdrew his hand and started toward the glass doors. “I’ll be inside if you need anything.” More anger churned inside her. “You can’t give me what I need.” Xarrix stopped in the doorway and stared at her over his shoulder. “You may be surprised.” “I doubt it.” Adanya looked away. His intent gaze drilled holes in the side of her head, but determined not to talk with him anymore, she focused on one of the flowering bushes. On a preset timer, the lights dimmed, throwing more shadows over the quiet garden. Adanya let her head press into the backrest and stared at the night sky. Blinking lights marking the ships surrounding Baruul shone brighter than the distant stars. I’ll get out of this. She closed her eyes.

Chapter 22

Xarrix What was it she needed? The question stuck in Xarrix’s mind. Glass of wine in hand, he sat on one of the couches facing the garden. Adanya, now alone in darkness, had let her head rest on a pillow. She seems tired. And sad. His body ached to go back to her, hold her in his arms, but his mind stopped him. The act of comfort would only anger her more. Blackmailing Adanya into marrying him might’ve not been the best strategy, but he needed to make sure she’d give him the chance to prove himself. Letting her see behind the mask, required the two of them be together, not apart. A nervous twitch in his jaw made Xarrix rub his chin. I hope giving her parents back to her will weigh the balance in my favor. It must. He sipped from his wine, then placed the glass on the table. From a pocket, Xarrix took out the ring he wanted to give Adanya the following day. His fingers clutched the black box. How was she going to react? Laugh in his face? Throw it across the room? The best scenario involved taming her flaring temper. Perhaps with a first kiss? Eyelids grew heavy, and Xarrix went into his bedroom. He quickly changed into his night pants and laid on the bed. From the side table, the ring box attracted his gaze. Accumulated sleepless nights weighed him down.

A smiling Adanya stood in front of him. He slipped the ring on her finger and kissed her hand. “It’s gorgeous,” she whispered. “Not as beautiful as you.” Xarrix drew her close to him. The sweet, flowery scent filled him with desire. Her body, small and soft, molded against his. He gently lifted her chin and stared into those emerald eyes. There was no hate in them, no anger. Xarrix dipped his head, her hot breath igniting the fire within him. Pink lips tempted him with promise. His arms tightened around her small body. Hungry lips arrested her breath, and with it, a subtle moan. His skin seemed suddenly too tight, as if he doubled in volume. A strong want, burning deep inside, spread through his body. The first kiss empowered him. Xarrix lifted Adanya in his arms and carried her to the bed. White sheers decorating the tall posts moved with the breeze coming through the opened doors. Carefully, he set her on the bed. “I love you, Adany.” He lowered himself on top of her. “I hate you.” Her opened palm slapped him. Xarrix opened his eyes, jumping to his feet. The sweet dream dissolved away, leaving him standing in the middle of the room. The screen above the door displayed the time, past midnight. “It was just a dream.” Regret and relief mixed in his chest. From the corner of the nightstand, the ring box glared at him. “Adany.” Xarrix ed he’d left her in the garden. “I hope she went to bed.” He rushed through the living room, and then outside.

She lay on the same couch as earlier, curled on the side, and head resting on a pillow. Silent steps took him near her sleeping form. In the dimmed light, long lashes threw shadows on her cheeks. She looks cold. He didn’t want to wake her, and hesitated. Xarrix whirled on his heels, then ran to the bedroom and grabbed a spare blanket. His reflection in a mirror stopped him. “What in the stars are you doing? Call a servant to take her to her room.” Scolding himself only brought more conviction. The man in the mirror shook his head. No. I’ll stay with her. Hand closed tight on the soft, plush blanket, he hurried out of the room. Back in the garden, he covered Adanya and lay beside her on the wide outdoor sofa. Arms closed around her, Xarrix relaxed, letting the chilled air saturated with garseria scent fill his lungs. Her even breath assured him she was deep asleep. “I’ll make up for every tear you shed because of me.” His lips touched her forehead. “I promise.”

Chapter 23

Adanya Happy birds chirped somewhere nearby under the warm, morning sun caressing her skin. Adanya smiled and blinked her eyes open. Inches away from her, Xarrix was still asleep. Why is he here? She ed lying on the garden couch the previous night, after he retired to his room. When did he come back? Was he the one who brought the blanket, covering them both? She stared at him. The scars seemed less visible under the golden glow of the sun. His arms, closed around her, and the heat radiating from his body, escalated her heart beats. But Xarrix was the enemy, a man blackmailing her into marrying him, the last person in the galaxy she should feel comfortable with. His eyes, the bluest she’d seen, opened. “Good morning.” Adanya ed his smile. Out of reflex, both her hands pressed hard against his bare chest. Xarrix tumbled over the edge of the couch. Still captive in his arms, she fell on top of him, then rolled onto the grass. “Are you all right?” He propped his body on one elbow. His right hand gently touched the side of her face. “Ow.” Adanya sat, a loud pulse drummed in her ears. “What in the stars are you doing here?” Brushing off his hand, she bounced to her feet.

“You fell asleep here last night.” Xarrix stood. Clad in only a pair of silk pants riding low on his hips, he appeared taller, broader, and more attractive than ever. “So?” Her gaze shifted from the tempting muscles bunched under taut skin, to his face. “I brought you a blanket.” He gestured to the couch that served as bed. Adanya ran her fingers through mussed hair in a vain attempt to tame the curls, trying to regain some semblance of propriety despite the circumstances. “I appreciate the gesture, but why are you here?” She straightened, trying hard to raise an argument but distracted by his physique. “After I covered you, you still seemed to be cold, so I figured I’d keep you warm.” A dare glinted in his eyes, and Xarrix took a step closer. Sparkling bead-strings, draping around the shoulders, held the soft silk of the dress flowing around her body. The fall had broken one of them, and the gown slipped. “Stay away from me.” With a malfunctioning dress and tangled hair, Adanya could only imagine how she looked—nothing even close to dignified. She lifted her chin. “Adany, we’re getting married.” Xarrix closed the distance. “Starting tomorrow night, we’ll be sharing the same bed.” His hand reached forward. Nope. We won’t even share the same planet. She side-stepped to avoid him. “It’s not tomorrow night yet.” Whirling on the ball of her bare foot, Adanya started down the path toward the entrance of the living room. “So, back off.” After a couple of steps, she broke into a run, and didn’t stop until she closed and locked the bedroom door. Inexplicable attraction hung with heavy guilt on her shoulders. Fear of losing herself in his sky-blue eyes pushed Adanya on the offensive. On the way to the dressing room, she caught a glimpse of her reflection in one of

the mirrors. Tangled and mussed hair surrounded her face, like an untamed mane. What a mess. The fitting for her wedding dress sent Adanya’s mind into a whirlwind. Could she go through with the ceremony? Promise herself to a man who wasn’t her choice? All this is nothing more than a show put on for the galaxy to watch, a fake wedding. It’s not like I’ll vow myself to him in front of the eternal fire. If she wanted her escape plan to succeed, she needed to stay focused, and not let him distract her again. He better honor his word and not harm my parents. So far, he did what he said he would. Xarrix’s image, from earlier that morning, returned in her mind with uninvited clarity. Tingles and shivers chilled and heated her skin, all at once. I have to stay clear of him today. I’ll keep busy with the dress and anything else as long as I don’t see him.

Chapter 24

Xarrix After another sleepless night, the morning of the wedding day emerged. Xarrix walked into the common area of his living quarters for breakfast. His gaze searched for Adanya, only to stop on the table set for one person. “Where is she?” He turned toward the servant pouring his coffee. “Lady Adanya had breakfast in her room.” The older woman’s hands trembled. “Of course, she did.” Xarrix clenched his jaw and sat. She avoided me yesterday, all day, and it seems she’s continuing her tactics today. She even refused to see her parents as long as I was near. He sipped from the aromatic, black liquid. The previous day, after their tumble in the grass, Adanya had refused to come out of her room. Only respect for her privacy stopped him from taking down the locked door. With a sigh, Xarrix opened the screen on his bracer and checked the reports. His attention split between the information and breakfast. This toast is terrible. He threw it on the plate. It lacked any taste. It’s like I’m chewing a piece of wood. He closed the screen with a push of a button and glanced toward the empty seat across from him. This time, yesterday morning, we were rolling in the grass. His fist hit the table. Two green eyes, stuck in his memory, smiled. Xarrix stood and walked into the garden. Eyes closed, he drew energy from the surrounding air. Spending most of the night tossing and turning, with much less

sleep than needed, left him tired. Energizing particles hummed and flowed through him. I better start getting ready. Two hours left until the ceremony, he hurried into the dressing room. The white version of his armor welcomed him in the quiet space. With only pants and light armored boots on, Xarrix stared at his reflection in the full-sized mirror. The sight of scarred skin above the bracer brought another frown on his face. Maybe I should leave her alone? He straightened the high waistband rising near the ribs with short pulls. The edge didn’t seem to stay in place. Xarrix inhaled, then exhaled, in an attempt to control his temper. “Forget it.” His voice filled the room. “I’ll see her right now, whether she likes it or not.” Fists closed, he walked into his bedroom and took the ring out of the box, shoving it in a pocket. I tried to be nice about it. She didn’t even give me a chance. Anger spread inside him, hot, burning his calm. Without knocking, Xarrix pushed his shoulder into the door to her bedroom, expecting to meet some resistance. Unlocked, it opened, and he almost tumbled into the room. A few servants surrounded Adanya. Seated in a chair in front of a vanity, she turned toward the entrance. “Leave us.” His short order sent the servants scurrying away. “How dare you come in here?” Adanya rose to her feet, tightening a long robe around her body. “Vela,” she stopped one of the few women running out. “Please go wait for my brother at the landing pad. He’ll give you a small package for me, a piece of jewelry I want to wear today.”

“Yes, my Lady.” The woman bowed and left the room. “We need to talk.” Xarrix couldn’t tear his eyes away from Adanya. Emerald irises, stared at him with controlled fury. “It couldn’t wait until we were dressed?” She waved a hand toward his body. Her gaze lingered on his bare chest and arms. “No.” Xarrix closed the door behind him. Adanya exhaled loudly, with what he suspected to be annoyance. “What’s so urgent?” Xarrix let his senses read her emotions. Anger appeared to dominate her, but there was something else—something he’d detected since the first time they met —desire. For a moment, he thought she’d jump into his arms. But Adanya’s control over her emotions tipped the balance in favor of hate and anger. “If it wasn’t for your parents, would you have accepted my marriage proposal of your own free will?” “No. Do you really have to ask?” Each breath she took seemed shorter than the previous one. The sweet scent of lust danced between them. Xarrix lowered his head for a brief moment, then stared at her. “I honestly hoped you wouldn’t hate me anymore. I’m not the monster you envision me as.” A couple of steps took him closer. “Are you sure there isn’t any scenario in which you would’ve accepted me?” “Sure, there is.” Anger won the fight with desire, filling her body with tension. “If you were someone else.” “So, no.” He withdrew the invisible tendrils searching and tasting her feelings. “Aren’t you on top of your game today?” Eyes narrowed, Adanya’s sarcasm

glinted in shades of green. “This is not a joking matter.” Fury rose inside him like an unstoppable wave. His tone hardened, and his hand closed on her upper arm. Smooth, soft skin delighted his fingertips, making him regret the outburst. “Yes, it is.” She yanked her arm free and stepped back. “Look around you, Overlord. This charade you call a wedding is a joke. The image you want to project into the galaxy is a joke. Everything is a joke.” Adanya’s voce escalated near yelling at him. Energy sparkled at his fingertips, an involuntarily reaction. Damn it, I don’t want to fight with her. He ran a hand over the short fuzz covering his head. How could she look so warm and beautiful, yet filled with so much hate? Xarrix reached in his pocket and took out the ring, holding it before her. “I tried yesterday to find a good moment to give you this, but you’ve been avoiding me.” Overhead lights hit the stone cut in smooth surfaces, the reflection dancing on the walls. “I don’t need any of your gifts.” Arms crossed over her chest, Adanya confronted him. “And agreeing to marry you doesn’t mean I have to spend quality time with you.” Does she really hate me this much? “Please, Adany.” With gentle touches, Xarrix slipped the ring on her finger. Temptation, a strong want, dilated her pupils the moment he kissed the back of her hand. But the anger towards him persisted, mixing with confusion. “It’s beautiful, but it means nothing.” She withdrew her hand from his. “It’s not a real wedding.” Her tone softened, but the words stabbed his chest like a sharp blade. I have to get out of here while I can control myself, or I’ll take that first kiss.

Torn between desire and hurt, his brows furrowed. “It is to me.” Xarrix tilted his head and left the room as quickly as he had entered. Not a real wedding. Her words followed him back into his dressing room. They stung his mind, as if she branded them with a hot iron. With a short yank, Xarrix grabbed the white tunic and slipped his arms through the long sleeves. Soft silk caressed the skin with coolness, but the volcano bubbling inside him erupted. “She’s not taking me seriously.” As quick as he put the tunic on, he took it off and threw it on the floor. Xarrix paced, attempting to calm himself. Swimming against the current wasn’t new for him, but being bested by a woman, with nothing but words, was. “I’ll tame you. I swear.” He picked up his tunic and continued to get dressed. There was a wedding to attend to. His.

Chapter 25

Adanya The door closed behind Xarrix. Shaky knees finally gave up, and Adanya collapsed onto her chair. This is crazy. I can’t afford to have any feelings for him. He’s a monster. Her gaze fell onto the sparkling ring. Why do I feel like jumping in his arms when I hate him? Adanya shook her head, pushing back the image of his half-exposed body. A couple of hours later, she stopped in front of the double doors leading into the throne room. The small garseria bouquet trembled in her hands, the scent failing to calm her nerves. To reassure herself, Adanya touched her Mom’s brooch attached to the bodice once more. Vela, the servant, she had asked to meet Thane, had brought it to her a few minutes ago. The smooth emerald reminded her she had a plan—one which would become a reality soon. Guards in shiny armor opened the doors before her. The same throne room where her parents lost their fight three years ago, and where she first met Xarrix, hummed now with guests and cameras recording and broadcasting the ceremony. A white runner replaced the black one usually marking the middle of the room. On either side, people she didn’t know stared at her. Adanya searched for any familiar faces, but they all blurred. Unable to focus, they remained faceless, nothing more than silhouettes lined all the way to the

throne. At the end of the runner, an officiant dressed in black and gold robes, with a high headpiece like the ones priests wore, stood on the first step leading to the throne. To his left, Xarrix turned to face her. A white mask matched his clothes, accentuating his tanned skin. Adanya took a couple of steps, then stopped. I can’t do this. The small spheres equipped with cameras swarmed around her like bees ready to attack. Thane stood on the other side of the officiant, and his presence infused her with courage. One step at a time, Adanya resumed the slow walk. Whispers from the audience broke the silence. Halfway through, she stopped again, frozen in place. I need to get out of here. This is a nightmare. The image of her parents trapped in the glass capsules flashed in her mind. It was their lives, the threat of having them killed that set her in motion again. Short, labored breaths failed to supply her lungs with enough air. Her feet didn’t seem to touch the ground anymore. Unseen forces pushed her forward against her wishes. Even if a fake ceremony, at least in her mind, the marriage with Xarrix would rob her freedom. Recognized galaxy wide, the law of marriage was legal no matter the world it took place on. Soon, she’d marry the man she hated—a hefty price to pay in order to save her parents. A cold shiver coursed down her back. Adanya reached the end of the runner and stopped by Xarrix’s side. The flowers still shook in her hands.

Lorelyn stood as a witness beside him. Her glare reminded Adanya of a vulture waiting for its next meal to die. The officiant’s lips were moving, but she couldn’t hear any words over the loud humming in her ears. Xarrix took her hands in his and faced her. It was like watching a movie on high speed, everything she wanted to slipped through the creases of her memory the instant it happened. She and Xarrix both agreed to unite their lives, sliding pewter wedding bands on each other’s fingers. Nothing more than fancy shackles. Tears glazed her eyes. A multitude of flashes brightened the inside of the throne room, and cheers erupted from the audience. So, this is how I lose my freedom, in a round of applause. It was over. As far as the whole galaxy was concerned, she’d become Overlord Xarrix Kreider’s wife, a curse looming over her head for the rest of her life. As if in a trance, she watched him g his name on the official document displayed on a screen. “Adany.” Startled, she took the stylus he held for her. For a few seconds, she stared at the bright blue letters. This is surreal. “Your signature.” Xarrix closed his hand around hers, stopping it from shaking. From behind the mask, the minty breath reached her nostrils like a cold shower. Blinking away the threatening tears, she signed the document. My death sentence. At least I don’t have to kiss him since he’s wearing the mask. Hand in hand, Adanya and Xarrix walked out of the throne room, followed by her brother and Lorelyn. She glanced back a few times. For some reason, she expected the other woman to stick a blade in her back any moment.

Outside the cameras’ view, she turned to Xarrix. “When can I talk to my brother?” He released her hand. “You have from here to the ship to do so.” “Thank you.” Her whisper coincided with more doors opening before them. Spectators looked on, and guards rushed to stand in formation. “Thane, I’m so glad you came.” She slipped her arm under her brother’s, his presence giving her courage. “And thank you for bringing me the brooch.” Aware that Xarrix walked next to her on the other side, Adanya continued to play the hidden messages game. “You look beautiful, Sis.” Thane patted her hand. The ships came into view at the end of the path. Another fifty feet, and she would have her freedom back, or at least, some version of it. “I take it Radox couldn’t show up?” Her fingers touched her Mom’s brooch for a second. “No. But he’s sending you all his love.” Her brother moved his gaze toward Xarrix. “I can’t say I’m pleased with this outcome.” “After we’ve return from our honeymoon, all your family is welcome to us. We’ll discuss this in a more appropriate setting.” Xarrix’s words reached her ears over the noise of the running engines of the ships. “I’m looking forward to it.” Thane stopped and faced her. “I guess this is it.” Arms closed around her, his hug infused Adanya with hope. She nodded against his shoulder. “You look amazing.” Radox’s whisper came from behind her, his presence warming her heart. He must’ve waited near the ship, so his energy won’t be detected until it was too late. “Ready to get out of here?” “Yes, please.” Adanya pressed the emerald set in the center of her mother’s brooch.

Chapter 26

Xarrix “Adany.” Xarrix reached forward, his fingers closing around nothing but air where she’d stood just a moment ago. Disappearing the way she did, could only mean one thing—stealth. An overload of energy surrounding the area, assured him, her cousin must’ve been involved as well. Why didn’t he sense it earlier? Radox must’ve kept his distance. Even if Xarrix couldn’t see any of them, it didn’t take a genius to figure out the direction she’d be running. Her brother’s ship, only steps away, had to be the destination. Seconds later, the train of her dress materialized, and the hatch shot closed. A couple of yards of the shimmering white silk got caught in the door. Xarrix ran to the sealed hatch. “Adany.” His hand grabbed the soft fabric. Through the round, small window, she reappeared on the other side of the sealed door. “Don’t do this.” His artificial hand closed into a fist and hit the thick metal. Inch by inch, the ship lifted off the ground. His hold on the delicate silk tightened. One lonely tear snaked down her cheek. Why would she cry? It was what she wanted, no? Surely her brother wasn’t taking her away from him against her wishes. The soft fabric ripped under the tension, and he was left with a few shreds of her dress. “Adany.” The ship lifted higher and further away.

“Ha.” Lorelyn crossed her arms by his side, her gaze lifted to the sky. “She left you. This must be a new record for the shortest marriage ever.” “I don’t need your jokes,” he growled, his hand holding tight onto the soft silk. “You have to it, your wife has style. I’m starting to like her.” She uncrossed her arms. “At least the cameras weren’t recording this for the whole galaxy to see.” The ship taking Adanya away had become nothing more than a speck against the blue sky. How will I bring her back? “She humiliated you.” His cousin’s voice grated on his nerves. “I hope you won’t let her get away with it.” Lips pressed in a hard line behind his mask, Xarrix pointed his index finger toward Lorelyn’s chest. Words fled his mind. He wanted to tell her to stay away, yet, he might need her help in finding Adanya. Without a word, Xarrix hurried inside the palace. His blood chilled and boiled at the same time. Humiliation, new to him, mixed with uncontrollable fury. But why had Adanya cried? She should’ve laughed in his face. Could she have had second thoughts? A glimmer of hope sparked deep inside him. Purposeful steps carried him along the hallways, and to the elevator. Have I made a mistake? Did I push her too hard? One question after another filled his mind. Off the glass lift, he rushed toward the trophy room. The vast space welcomed him, as quiet as always. The cadence of his steps echoed louder, faster, on the black floors, until Xarrix realized he was running. He stopped in front of the two glass capsules holding Adanya’s parents and threw his mask on the ground. Hand hovering over the life button, he hesitated.

Adanya’s mother looked the same as the day she killed his father. An exsmuggler turned spy, she had more than enough strength and fearlessness to compensate for the small frame. Like mother, like daughter. The moment he woke up holding Adanya in his arms, two days ago, filled in his mind. That morning, for a split second, there was no trace of hate or anger in her. She genuinely smiled at him. Like in his dream. Xarrix stepped back and sat on the hard floor. The wish to wake up every morning, for the rest of his life, with Adanya in his arms, forced more details to surface. Tumbling in the grass with her had been the best possible start of a day. The way her hair tangled around her face made her look vulnerable. Then walls came up, hiding the part of her he wanted to know more about—the part she kept closed inside a shell of snark. His gaze rose to Adanya’s father. Lord Tebbet must’ve had his share of trials with the woman beside him, after all, she was the one from whom Adanya inherited her temper. What was his secret? How did he defeat her defenses? Maybe I should wake them up and find out. Xarrix lifted the shredded silk to his face and buried his nose in it. The garseria scent mixed with Adanya’s in a sweet, refreshing, and invigorating swirl. Killing her parents would balance the scales. She ran away. His hands closed in fists, and he glanced toward the two sleeping forms in the glass cylinders. Doubt coiled like a snake around his heart. Adanya’s genuine smile and the lonely tear running down her cheek, flashed before his eyes. I can’t hurt her. No gain would come from their deaths. “Come back, Adany.” His whisper echoed in the silence. Each beat of his heart hurt. “I love you.”

Chapter 27

Adanya Adanya lifted a hand to the tickle on her cheek. Her fingertips detected one single tear. Xarrix’s form grew smaller until she couldn’t see him anymore. I should be jumping around with joy, not crying. “Don’t tell me you’ve changed your mind.” Radox gently pulled her away from the door. “Taking you back is not an option.” “No, it’s not.” Adanya straightened her stance and forced a smile. Xarrix’s image, staring at her and holding a piece of her dress would haunt her for the rest of her days. The pain glazing his one visible eye etched in her mind and heart. “They’re not even trying to stop us.” The pilot’s words drummed higher than the hum of the engines. Head low, Adanya sat on the couch in the main area of the ship. The weight of her actions pressed hard on her shoulders. “They won’t. We carry precious cargo.” Thane left the cockpit and ed her and Radox. “Are you all right?” Adanya nodded. “Yes, thank you both. Obviously, you understood all the hidden messages.” “You have some serious explaining to do, young lady.” Radox faced her, his inquiring gaze almost intimidating. “I know.” How could she tell them about her parents now? “And I guarantee,

there’s a good reason for everything.” If anything happened to them, it’d be her fault. “But it will have to wait until we get home.” Adanya stood. “Any of you think to bring me some clothes?” She gathered the gown in her hands, drawing it closer. The shimmering silk caressed her fingertips with softness. Thane and Radox glanced at each other and shrugged. “Sorry. We didn’t think of it.” A shy smile parted Radox’s lips. “Great. I’m stuck in this.” Her gaze fell to the ripped train. The missing piece was probably still in Xarrix’s hands, along with a part of her soul. “C’mon, we have a few hours until we get home. Tell us.” Radox patted the seat she’d just left. For a moment, Adanya wanted to share the news with her brother and cousin, but she didn’t want them to worry. At least not yet. “Nope. It’s big, and everyone needs to hear it.” She shook her head. “How about we get some rest? I bet you haven’t slept in a while.” Fear rose inside her, like a fire spitting beast. What if Xarrix doesn’t keep his word? What if the plan backfires? What if he shuts off their life ? “Not before we get an explanation.” Thane stood, confronting her. I can’t have them both feeling guilty for breaking me free, the words floated around in her thoughts. My plan, my fault if anything happens to Mom and Dad. “Trust me. It’s better my way.” Adanya started toward one of the cabins down the narrow hallway in need of privacy. “If I tell you, you won’t be able to sleep. Both, brother and cousin, ran after her, the cadence of their rushed steps echoing in her ears. “At least give us a clue. Anything?” Thane stopped her before she could close the door in their faces. Adanya hesitated. “Fine. A clue, then you leave me alone?” They both bobbed

their heads. “All right, Mom and Dad.” “Wait. What’s that supposed to mean?” Radox held the door from closing. “The clue you wanted.” She shoved him, releasing his hold. “Now, I need to rest.” Adanya closed the door and locked it. There’s no way I can sleep. What she needed was time alone, to reflect. A weird feeling of loss clutched her chest, forcing her to sit. More tears ran down her cheeks. Great. I’ll look like a racoon by the time we reach Vonaris. Adanya went over every detail she could from the last couple of days. Xarrix appeared in a new light. He remained the tyrant a whole galaxy wanted gone, but the hate against him had dwindled to a seething dislike. He blackmailed me into marriage. Adanya kicked one of the chairs across the room. Could she ever overlook it? No way. “I hate him.” Her voice lacked the conviction from the past. Did she still want to kill him? At any point during her captivity, if she had access to her swords, would she have killed him in his sleep? No, I wouldn’t have. Her hands rolled into fists, only to uncurl and fall flat on her lap. Streaks of light brushed against the window. Hyperspace travel always fascinated her. Adanya wiped more tears and turned her back to the window. He won’t kill them. If he wanted them dead, he wouldn’t have kept them alive all this time. Giving herself a pep talk had helped in the past. The surprise and hurt she’d seen in his eye earlier brought doubt back. Yes, she married him, but she also ran away. He definitely didn’t take into consideration her quick exit. If he were to kill her parents, it would be only out of anger and spite, to punish

her. There was no gain for him. The bracer on her wrist vibrated, and Adanya opened it. Absent-minded, instead of just checking the caller’s ID, she pressed the connect button. The image of the man she had just married filled the screen. “Xarrix,” she whispered. Behind him, the glass capsules holding her parents, sent her mind into a frenzy. She needed a quick plan. I have to convince him to keep them alive. “This is not what we agreed on. Come back.” His confident tone echoed in the cabin. “You said you’d keep them alive if I married you. I did.” Adanya tried to buy some time. “And you ran away within minutes after the ceremony.” His hand hovered over the screen on her mother’s pod. “I will cut their life .” His warning filled her eyes with tears. “No. Please don’t.” Her heart slammed against her ribs. “I will come back, I promise. Just not today. I need some time.” The lie flew off her lips with much more ease than she had expected. Actually, it’s the truth. I will go back. I just won’t stay. “When?” “I don’t know.” She lowered her head. Images from earlier that day sparked in her mind. Desire and curiosity coiled into a heavy knot deep inside her. “If you’re not back in three days, I swear I’ll end them.” Xarrix withdrew his hand from the blinking . I have three days to break them out. After that, I don’t have to ever see him again. A silent pain stopped her heart for a moment.

“I was thinking more like three months?” Adanya pushed her luck, hoping he wouldn’t see through her lies. “Don’t toy with me, Adany.” Threat echoed in his tone. “Three days.” “Fine.” She terminated the connection. I have three days to free Mom and Dad. I need to focus. Cheers and applause welcomed Adanya as soon as she exited the ship, on Vonaris. Fingers clenched on the wedding gown, she walked between her brother and her cousin, dragging the ripped dress on the hard pavement. “I told you she didn’t betray us. It was arranged. You owe me twenty credits.” One soldier rushed an elbow into the ribs of another. “I don’t think anyone will win the bet. It was way too short.” Another one whispered. “Did anyone wager for under one hour?” A woman whispered to another, then both waved at her. Wide smiles covered their tired faces. “People placed bets on how long my marriage would last?” Adanya asked Radox. “It appears so. Don’t worry, you demolished the record.” He snickered. “Are you two in on it, too?” She turned toward Thane. “Nah. It wouldn’t be fair. We had inside intel.” Her twin wrapped an arm around her shoulders and squeezed gently. “C’mon. Everyone’s waiting for us in the war room.” Through the crude corridors carved in the mountain’s rock, more partisans smiled and waved at her. “Thank the stars you’re all right.” Aunt Charisse hugged her first, followed by her uncle.

On a couple monitors, recordings of her wedding played as if it were still happening. At least I looked good, she thought. Guilt wrapped its tail around her. Who cares? It was a fake. “Thank you everyone for the warm welcome. For anyone who placed bets, the marriage lasted thirty-four minutes, including the time we took to sign the official documents.” Adanya pointed to the monitors. Smiles bloomed on happy faces surrounding her. She needed the boost they gave her. At least she’d bought her parents three more days. “We all need some explanations.” Her uncle took a few steps away, then turned to face her. “You said you didn’t want to marry him, yet you did.” Adanya took in a deep breath. “Yes, and there’s a reason for it.” She paused. “Mom and Dad are alive.” An invisible vacuum sucked out all the air in the room. “Aeven and Kalina? That’s impossible.” Her uncle rubbed his face with open palms. “I saw them. Xarrix held them all this time in suspended animation.” “Are you sure?” Thane scrunched his brows. “Yes. They look like they’re sleeping. He swore to keep them alive if I married him.” Her tone dropped in volume. itting it out loud sounded even worse than in her mind. “So, he did blackmail you into marriage.” Radox took a step forward. Adanya nodded. “It’s why I had to make sure you wouldn’t bust me out before the right time.” “I’m going to kill him.” The conviction in Thane’s voice reminded her of her own, now lost.

“Yeah. Take a number, stand in line. It’s back there.” Her thumb pointed over a shoulder. “Calm down, everyone.” Uncle Draxen paced. “Do you think he’ll keep them alive after your. . . Ugh . . . Exit?” “Yes, but only for three more days.” Adanya glanced at her sobbing aunt. “We need to go back and get them out as soon as we can.” “We’ll need a plan. Do you know how to get to where he’s keeping them?” Her uncle pressed a few buttons on the holoprojector. The palace’s schematics popped up in a shimmering map. “Yes.” Adanya studied it for a few seconds, ing the reference points she took two days prior. “Here. From the corridor leading to the throne room, we go around this corner, all the way to the elevator.” Her finger moved along, indicating the way. “How many guards?” Thane leaned forward. “Too many to fight in this area. We’ll need to go in stealth.” Adanya paused for a moment. “This weird lift, literally just a glass platform, no walls, nothing, will take us up here. About halfway down this hallway, the entrance is on the left.” “Sounds simple enough.” Radox rubbed his chin. “We’ll need some stealth generators.” “Yes, but we still must take out the four guards here, at the bottom of the elevator. They’ll see it moving. And two more posted at the entrance into that sick trophy room.” Adanya pointed out the two locations. The overhead lights hit her ring, and sparkles attracted everyone’s eyes to it. “Nice ring,” mumbled Thane. Out of instinct, Adanya jerked her hand from the schematics. She’d forgotten to take the damn thing off.

“Are the guards on point people or droids?” Uncle Draxen drew closer to the tridimensional map. “Last I saw, they were druards.” Adanya lifted her gaze to him. “Druards?” Confusion covered her uncle’s face. “Droid guards.” Thane offered the explanation before she had a chance to. “That makes it easier. They have off switches on the back of their heads.” Draxen furrowed his brows. “The trick is to take them all out at once, so they won’t sound the alarm.” Adanya ed the statues decorating the dozen or so niches lining the walls. “And we can drag their bodies behind those decorations.” This time, she used her other hand to point to the map. “Is the elevator large enough for all of us?” Radox turned toward her. “And I mean after we get your parents.” “I think so. It’s about eight by eight.” Adanya hesitated. “But like I said, it’s just a glass-like platform. I hope it won’t crack under us.” “It won’t.” Her uncle smiled. “Those lifts are sturdier than steel ones.” “All sounds good.” Aunt Charisse spoke for the first time. “Any of you know anything about suspended animation?” “Don’t you just hit a button and wake them up?” Adanya stared at her aunt. “No.” Shaking her head, silver curls moved around the older woman’s face. “You’ll need at least two healers with you. Tell me about the pods they’re kept in.” “Glass, upright, with green lights flashing at the top.” Adanya tried to as many details as she could. She’d been busy looking at her parents, not at the capsules.

“What about the control s? Are they simple, or do they have a screen and a multitude of buttons?” Aunt Charisse leaned in closer. “I have some experience with suspended animation, and I need to know what we’ll be facing.” “Wait, you’re coming with us?” Radox turned toward his mother. “Do you know how to operate them, what to expect once they are awake, and what to do about it?” A determined stare settled in her aunt’s eyes. Radox shook his head. Adanya ed pushing Xarrix’s hand away from the controls. “They have screens and many buttons.” The memory of the heat radiating from his body under her fingertips, distracted her for a few seconds. “Long term models—the ones that could hold them for hundreds of years.” Charisse glanced toward her husband. “Make sure we have extra blankets and water on the ship.” “What for?” Thane tilted his head to the side. A sigh left their aunt’s lips. “After three years of slumber, Aeven and Kalina will wake up disoriented, cold, dehydrated, and in the same state of mind as when they were put in.” She squared her shoulders. Adanya tried to imagine what her parents might have felt when they were knocked unconscious in the throne room. They’ll probably be terrified. Both hands covered her mouth attempting to stop the yelp that escaped anyway. “The two healers will need to infuse them with extra energy, and make sure the internal organs kick in right away. Neither of them will be able to walk by themselves.” Charisse tapped her chin with a finger. “We’ll have to carry them to the ship.” “I’ll come, too.” Uncle Draxen ed his wife. “What about the exit? Same way we came in?” He nodded toward the map still flickering in the middle of the

room. “Pretty much.” Adanya traced their route. “Take the elevator down and use this portal here, to the spaceport.” “Is that the same one we used last time?” Radox turned to her. “Yes. If we’re lucky, we may not have to fight our way out.” Adanya stepped away from the holoprojector. “Perhaps it would be smart to have a pilot or two waiting for us with the engines running.” “We’ll take an unmarked ship and use one of my fake identities I haven’t used in years.” Draxen nodded. “So, we won’t raise any suspicions at the spaceport.” “Perfect. We have a plan.” Thane squared his shoulders. “We should go as soon as possible.” “All of you need some rest.” Uncle Draxen wrapped an arm around his wife’s shoulders. “We can sleep on the way there. It’s eight hours or so flight.” Adanya couldn’t imagine she’d be able to sleep anytime soon. “I just need to change into something more appropriate.” She lifted the dress off the floor, then started toward the war room exit. The sooner I get rid of this ripped gown, she thought to herself, the better. “All right.” Radox turned off the schematics. “Let’s meet at the ship in an hour.” “Oh.” Adanya stopped and faced her family. “I’ll also need a couple of swords. That bastard still has mine.” She whirled on her heels continuing her way. “Don’t you mean your husband?” The sarcasm in Thane’s voice reached her ears, awakening anger deep inside. “He’s not my husband,” Adanya yelled and broke into a run.

Chapter 28

Xarrix Next day, behind the closed doors of his chambers, Xarrix threw the mask on the nearest chair and stormed toward the terrace. I should be with Adany, on our honeymoon. Instead, loneliness gnawed at his heart. Servants brought him dinner, and left as quietly as they came, fear thickened around them. It seemed everyone was afraid to say a word in his presence. Everyone but my runaway wife. Slow steps carried him to the safe. He opened it and placed his sword in, but his gaze fell on Adanya’s weapons. Both her hilts, now wrapped in the shredded piece of silk from her dress, lay in the middle. “You’ll be back, I know it. Three days will go by fast. But will you stay?” His fingers skimmed over the soft fabric. Shaking his head, Xarrix closed the safe. He had planned the honeymoon on the world of Daraas. It was supposed to be his chance to let her see him for who he was. The dinner on the table reminded him he hadn’t eaten since breakfast. After a few bites, Xarrix stared into empty space. Memories of her filled his mind, and images from their short time together flashed before his eyes. Adany. The whole world had lost its colors. Bitter anger rose inside. Absent-minded, his hand tightened on the fork. The utensil bent under the pressure, and he threw it across the room. “I don’t want food.” In a sudden excess of fury, Xarrix stood and turned the table upside down. “I want my wife.”

A vibration in his bracer stopped him from kicking the remains of his dinner— the alarm installed the previous day at his order, went off. The weight in the two targeted glass pods had changed. “She’s here.” Xarrix stared at the screen for a few moments. What would he say to her? How would she react to seeing him? Would they fight? Again? Mask on, he grabbed his sword from the safe, and ran out the door. Quiet hallways, like nothing had happened, welcomed him. “You,” he yelled at a group of guards. “Come with me.” After only a few steps, he changed direction toward a shorter way to the trophy room. When he took Adanya to see her parents, he’d purposely chosen the long way, for a chance to spend more time together, and make it harder for her to . That didn’t work. It appears she found it anyway. Eyes glued to the slow changing numbers on the above the elevator’s door, he waited for what felt like an eternity. “C’mon, c’mon.” A speeding heart slammed against his ribs in anticipation. Through a secondary entryway, used by servants and workers, Xarrix ran inside the quiet trophy room. The two empty pods stared back at him as if laughing in his face—the occupants and their weapons, gone. “Damn it. She’s quick.” His fists closed. Without wasting any time, Xarrix rushed to the main access she must’ve used. Four deactivated droids littered the floor just outside the door. Doubling the guards in addition to installing the weight sensors did nothing to stop her. Movement to the right attracted his attention. A group of people, he recognized

as her family, ran toward the lift Adanya disliked. Her tiny body, clad in black leather, was the first to stand out. “Adany.” She froze in place and turned to face him. The rest of the group, already on the lift, stared at him from behind her. An unnatural calm washed over Xarrix. Time, space, the whole world dissolved into nothing, leaving only the two of them. Red rimmed and surrounded by dark circles, her emerald eyes revealed lack of sleep and crying. Hate was absent. Thane closed a hand on Adanya’s upper arm and dragged her onto the glass platform. The elevator started its descent, back to the main level, and she disappeared inch by inch from his view, as if a beast swallowed her. “Xarrix.” Even if she only whispered his name, it reached his ears. Surprise, and something else mixed in her voice—and it wasn’t hatred or anger. Was it guilt? Regret? Both, perhaps? “Adany.” Xarrix ran to the edge of the shaft. “Come back.” She tilted her head to stare at him. A tear glistened in the low light. “My Lord, we can stop them at the bottom.” One of the metallic droid voices echoed from behind him. “No.” Xarrix stopped him from sounding the alarm and mobilizing the other guards. “Let them go.” Adanya’s lips moved, and a silent thank you was the last thing he saw before the distance grew too great to distinguish anything in the deep shaft. His heart slowed, assaulted by invisible stabs. Pain tightened his chest. “We can still catch them in the spaceport.” The same droid gave him a second

chance at stopping his runaway bride and her parents. Xarrix shook his head. “No. Everyone stand down.” Whirling on his heels, Xarrix hurried to his chambers. The look in Adanya’s eyes, the absence of hatred, firmly stuck in his mind. It had stopped him from taking any action. There is a change within her. Xarrix wasn’t going to make another mistake. It was time to prove himself. Letting Adanya take her parents home was the first step. With slow, tired movements, he took off his mask again, and stepped into the garden. The sweet scent of the garseria flowers filled the warm night, and he lifted his gaze to the sky. The Armada floated as usual, and small ships moved about with blinking lights. One of them was taking away the woman he loved. A sigh escaped his lips. “I need to talk to her.”

Chapter 29

Adanya The whole family gathered in the central area of the ship around her parents. They both clung to each other, shivering under the blankets. Adanya couldn’t stop herself from hugging them. She hadn’t left their side not even for a moment. “How long were we asleep?” Her father’s deep voice reminded Adanya of distant times she thought gone forever. “Three years.” Aunt Charisse, pushed his hand holding the water bottle to his lips. “You need to drink.” “It was a long nap.” Adanya’s mother drank some of her water at Thane’s insistence. “Yes, it was.” Uncle Draxen sat on the couch across from them. “A lot has happened while you two got your beauty sleep.” “Tell us.” Her father drew his wife closer to him. “I still can’t believe we’re alive.” Adanya sat quiet on the floor, at her parents’ feet, her arms hugging their knees. Both, Thane and their aunt, infused them with energy, at a steady pace. The animated conversations flew by, her mind unable to understand the words. He let us go. Why? Seeing her parents alive and well, before her, seemed like a dream. One that wouldn’t have been possible without Xarrix. The pain and longing in his eye, when he let them go etched deep into her mind

and hurt inside her chest. “So, let me get this straight.” Her mother ran a hand over Adanya’s head yanking her from the thoughts fighting in her mind. “I actually killed that nut, Overlord Vorek Kreider?” “Yes.” Radox sat by his father’s side. “And ended the fighting. You both are heroes.” “Sleeping ones.” Her father didn’t seem pleased. “Who is leading The Dark Legion of Baruul now?” “Overlord Xarrix Kreider, his son.” Thane glanced toward Adanya, then refocused on his mother. “Drink, Mom. You need to rehydrate.” “How bad is he?” Her father sipped from his bottle, emptying it. Radox hurried to hand him a new one. “He stopped the attacks, so there’s no open fighting anymore.” “But his damn Armada is terrorizing the galaxy.” Adanya’s old conviction returned for a moment. “I tried and failed to kill him.” “My baby girl,” her father smiled at her. “You’ve become a fighter? What about your diplomacy career?” “I’ll get back to it.” She lowered her head. “After peace is restored.” “Sweetheart, this is not what we wanted for you.” Her mother’s tear-glazed eyes glanced toward the rest of the family. “For any of you.” “We know, Mom.” Thane released the top of a new water bottle and handed her the container. “Drink up.” “The Freedom Partisans had grown, and it’s stronger than ever.” Uncle Draxen leaned forward. Her father let out a sigh, then examined everyone with the same thoughtful gaze she’d always seen in his eyes.

“I see you”—he started with Radox—“found love. Your eyes sparkle with joy.” Radox nodded. “True. I hope you Myrya.” “That cute girl with curly, golden hair?” Her mother smiled, touching Radox’s arm. “Yes, her.” Radox let out a chuckle. Her father focused on Thane. “You, my son, have suffered a great loss. Your heart is broken.” Thane squirmed in his seat. “Drink your water, Mom.” “Is it true?” Worry and sadness mixed in her mother’s eyes. “It is, but no more talk about that. Not now.” Thane shook his head. A deep crease appeared on her father’s forehead, and Adanya held her breath. She was next. Will her father see through her the same way he did her brother and cousin? She tugged on the blankets, making sure they covered her parents’ legs and preserved the heat infused into them. A beep interrupted, and Thane’s bracer flashed. He glanced at the screen. “Well, guess who’s calling.” His gaze met Adanya’s. “Your husband.” “Really?” The worst timing ever. Her heart raced in panic mode. “You’re doing this now?” How would she explain what she did? And why did Thane have to throw their parents attention from him, onto her? “Husband?” Her father’s tone revealed surprise. “You got married, baby girl?” With both her parents starring at her as if she’d grown an extra head, Adanya averted her gaze. “Yes and no. It was a fake marriage, and I’ll get an annulment as soon as I can.”

“Why would you need one if it was fake?” Her mother’s eyes narrowed, never a good sign. The only non-energy in the family, her Mom was the hardest to lie to. “Because it’s only fake in her mind. It was real for the rest of the galaxy.” Thane made things worse. “Here.” He unclasped his bracer, handing it over. “You deal with him.” “Oh, this is going to be good.” Radox’s whisper reached her burning ears. “Shut it.” Adanya bounded to her feet and grabbed Thane’s bracer. Both, her brother and her cousin leaned back. Arms crossed over their chests, their eyes held a glinting dare. Ever since they were kids, Thane and Radox enjoyed seeing her try to get out of trouble, and she did, for the most part. This time was no different. “What’s going on?” Her father seemed to have picked up on her hesitation. Sooner or later she would’ve told her parents about her deal with Xarrix, but now wasn’t the best time to do it. I guess there’s no breaking the news slowly now. Desperate for any kind of , Adanya glanced at her brother again. Neither him or Radox, seemed eager to aid her. With one quick press of a button, she accepted the incoming call. “What do you want?” Adanya didn’t wait for Xarrix’s image to fill the screen above her brother’s bracer. “I hope everyone is okay.” His masked figure materialized in translucent hues of orange. Her mother gasped, and a muscle twitched on her father’s jaw. The surprise was now out of the bag. “Yes, thank you for your concern.” Adanya pressed her lips into a line.

“I’ve kept my end of the bargain.” Xarrix straightened in front of the camera. “Not only did I made sure your parents stayed alive, but I let you take them away.” “So?” She turned away from all the curious eyes fixated on her. Insistent, curious stares drilled holes in her back. “Now it’s your turn.” Xarrix’s dry tone sent shivers down her back. “I already did. I married you,” she spat. “First you ran away, then you promised you’d be back.” Xarrix’s tone escalated. “And I did come back before the three days we agreed on.” Adanya’s voice scaled upwards. “The deal was to marry you in exchange for my parents’ lives.” Thane’s bracer shook in her hands. “Nobody said anything about me sticking around afterwards.” “Adany, come home.” His shoulders relaxed, the first sign of defeat. Why didn’t she feel like jumping for joy when she’d just won a victory over him? And why in the stars do I care? Adanya shook her head. “Baruul is your home, not mine.” “We are married.” Blue sparks lit his visible eye, like lightning over an ocean. “Unfortunately. And stop calling my brother.” She terminated the call and threw Thane’s bracer back to him. “If he calls you again, hang up.” “‘Atta girl.” Her mother’s smile revealed pride. An outburst of fury washed over Adanya, leaving her exposed in front of her parents. Head lowered, she returned to her spot on the floor before them. “You married Overlord Xarrix Kreider?” Her father leaned forward. “To save our lives?”

“Yes.” Adanya nodded. “But I didn’t vow myself to him in front of the eternal fire. So, it’s not a real marriage.” She hung onto the only argument her mind fabricated. “I never knew you turned traditionalist. When did you marry him?” Her mother’s shaky hand resting on top of hers brought a sting in Adanya’s eyes. “Yesterday.” Adanya blinked the tears away. She couldn’t let her parents see her fall apart. Nothing should shadow their reunion. “So, you don’t love him.” Her father kissed the top of her head. “Hell, no.” Adanya rose to her feet again. “He blackmailed me.” “I’m going to kill him.” The conviction in her mother’s voice made Adanya smile. She probably sounded the same when threatening the powerful tyrant. “Let’s not rush and run with blazing blasters yet.” Her father smiled toward his wife. “After all, he saved our lives. Yes, we missed three years, but we have many more ahead of us.” Her mother’s shoulders slumped, and the shivers overtook her again. “He’ll pay for what he did.” With a trembling hand she lifted the water bottle to her lips. Yeah, you’re not shooting anyone, anytime soon, Mom, Adanya mused. You can barely drink water. Doubt reflected in her father’s eyes. “I sense conflict in you, baby girl.” Even if just awakened after three years of slumber, his senses were as good as always. “Have some more water.” Radox came to her aid and redirected her father’s attention. “Where are we going now?” Her mother wiped a few drops of water off her lips. Even if she changed the subject, an unspoken language shared between them for years, and the long stare, assured Adanya, the discussion wasn’t over, only delayed for another day—one she wasn’t looking forward to. “We’ll take a few detours to make sure we’re not followed, then take you home.”

Draxen stood. “I figured you both need some time to recover and catch up.” “I guess we wouldn’t be of much help to the partisans in our current condition.” Her mother emptied another bottle of water. Radox’s bracer flashed, and he checked it. “The ship is waiting for you at the meet up place.” He glanced toward his mother. “You’re not coming with us?” Her father tightened his hold on the blankets. “Draxen and I are going back to Vonaris.” Aunt Charisse smiled toward her brother. “You’re in good hands.” “We’ll you as soon as we can.” Adanya wished her parents were miraculously recovered, and she could run back to Vonaris, hide and train away from everyone and everything. Preferably, before having to answer all their questions.

Chapter 30

Xarrix Two weeks later, Xarrix wiped the cold sweat from his right palm over the tunic. I haven’t been this anxious since I was a kid. The seal whistled, letting him know the age between the two ships was safe. Adanya’s father had agreed to meet and talk to him. Seconds away from facing him, Xarrix turned toward the entryway. The older man’s armored boots hit the metal floors, announcing his approach. “Lord Tebbet.” Xarrix tilted his head with respect. “Overlord Kreider.” Adanya’s father covered his chest with an open palm. “I must it, I was surprised by your invitation.” “Thank you for seeing me.” Xarrix straightened. “I assume Adanya told you everything.” “She did. But I’d like to hear your side as well.” “There is only one version, the truth.” Hesitant, Xarrix paused for a second, gathering his courage. “I’m in love with your daughter.” Lord Tebbet clasped his hands behind him. “Where I come from, we should’ve had this discussion before you blackmailed her into marrying you.” “At the time you were . . .” Xarrix searched for the right word. “Unavailable.” “Thanks to you.” A golden spark lit his father-in-law’s eyes. “Yes.” Xarrix nodded. “It is thanks to me, that you and your wife are alive.”

A slight drop in Lord Tebbet’s shoulders brought satisfaction in Xarrix’s heart. Killing them would’ve been a mistake. He was right to save their lives three years ago. “We both thank you for it. We’re living now on stolen time.” Adanya’s father lifted his chin. “But I hope you realize, your way of showing feelings for my daughter isn’t quite stellar.” “I’ve made mistakes. Now I need your advice.” Xarrix gestured toward the two couches facing each other. “My advice?” Lord Tebbet didn’t move, a sign he preferred to stand. “You know your daughter better than anyone else.” A couple of steps took Xarrix closer to the window overlooking the dark side of an uninhabitable moon. “How do I fix it?” “She wants an annulment.” Xarrix whirled on the heel of his boot. “I’m not giving her one. I’ll make the marriage work.” “You sound determined.” Lord Tebbet’s golden gaze reminded him of Adanya’s twin brother. The pain and emptiness in Thane’s eyes when they’d met, was something he never wanted to experience. Losing Adanya would most likely affect him the same way. “I am. And I need your help.” “What makes you think I would? Adanya hates you, and she wants nothing to do with you.” “She doesn’t. Not anymore.” He shook his head. “I have felt her hate slipping away even as she tries to hold on to it.” Xarrix squared his shoulders. “And she’s fighting the attraction she felt toward me since we first met—we both are.” Lord Tebbet took a few steps, the crease between his brows deepened.

He knows already. Xarrix remained silent, connected to his senses, giving the other man the time, he appeared to need. “Does she know how you feel about her?” Adanya’s father stopped in the front of the window, staring outside. “I didn’t have a chance to tell her.” “It shouldn’t take that long, unless you’re extraordinarily busy. There are only three tiny words, the most powerful ones in the world.” Lord Tebbet faced him. “She won’t take my calls, never mind meeting with me.” Xarrix lowered his head. “Many years ago, I fell in love with a woman just as strong-willed. Trust me, I know it’s not easy.” A slight smile curled Lord Tebbet’s lips, as if he smiled at his own memories. “Make her see you for who you are. Come clean and start over.” “Will she forgive me for the mistakes I’ve made?” Hope wrapped around Xarrix’s heart like a warm blanket. “Perhaps. Adanya is like a flame—burns hot and bright, but she doesn’t keep grudges.” Lord Tebbet’s angular face softened with another smile. “When you deal with someone like her, you need to be stronger than her will.” “How?” “A man’s strength is not determined by his victories, but by his defeats.” Lord Tebbet clasped a hand on his shoulder. “She doesn’t care how many enemies you’ve defeated, how rich you are, or how many battles you’ve won. it your mistakes, shortcomings, your true feelings. That will disarm her.” “Are you sure?” Xarrix furrowed his brows. “My father taught me to never let anyone see my weakness. Not to feel, but to focus on the task at hand.” “That’s good advice for a warrior. It is why you had so many victories. But a woman’s heart is not just another battle.” Adanya’s father withdrew his hand and refocused on the view outside the window. “You don’t want to defeat her. Instead, you want her to love you back. It requires a different strategy.”

“I don’t understand.” Xarrix shook his head. Lord Tebbet let out a silent sigh and stared at him. “Look, I’m going to tell you what I told my son a while ago. A woman is not a fortress, but a temple. The more you surrender to her, the greater the happiness she’ll bring you.” “So, everything my father told me was wrong?” Doubt and confusion mixed in Xarrix’s mind. “No. Your father made you a warrior—the best I’ve ever encountered. I would think twice before challenging you.” Adanya’s father straightened his posture. “But he only prepared you for the battlefield, not for a real life.” “It worked well this far.” Xarrix lifted his chin. “Is that why you and your wife are living on two different worlds? Why you came to me for advice?” Lord Tebbet arched a brow. “Let her see what you’re hiding behind that mask of yours.” Lord Tebbet waved a hand toward him. “She already saw me without it.” “I’m not talking about your face.” A grin cracked his somber expression. “Let her see in here.” Adanya father’s index finger pointed to his chest. “Did it work for you?” “Of course.” Lord Tebbet stepped away from the window. “You don’t conquer a woman, rather, you surrender to her.” “Surrender?” Xarrix followed him. “I was taught to die before surrendering.” “Again, that’s valid in battle. Women are not the enemy.” A light chuckle escaped Lord Tebbet’s lips. “Most of them, anyway. That woman I told you about, took a shot at me within days after we’d met.” Adanya tried to kill me within minutes. He snickered behind his mask. If the man before me is right, I’ve been going in the wrong direction all along.

Time to change strategies. “Do you know where Adanya is?” “Yes, but I’m sure you can find her without my help. After all, you are Overlord Xarrix Kreider, the leader of The Dark Legion of Baruul.” A certain sarcasm in Adanya father’s tone reminded him of her. “Now, if we’re done, I would like to return to my interrupted activities.” “One more thing.” Xarrix ed him next to the sealed connection between the ships. “What happened to the woman you spoke about?” A light-hearted laugh filled the narrow corridor. “I married her, of course. She’s my wife.” Xarrix froze in place. He’d been right to assume the man in front of him had his share of trials with the woman he loved. “As a father, I’m only concerned about my daughter’s happiness.” Lord Tebbet stopped in the opening of the connecting age to his ship. “I don’t care if you’re an overlord or a slave, friend or enemy, I don’t even care if you’re human or a purple teacup. As long as she’s happy, I’m happy.” “Thank you. I’ll do everything in my power.” Xarrix tilted his head. “You have potential, so here’s some unsolicited information.” Adanya’s father leaned in closer, as if ready to reveal the biggest secret in the galaxy. “There is this sparkling wine made on Simran, it’s called Starlite. It’s her favorite. She also loves chocolate and everything sweet.” Xarrix stared at the other man. His mind processed the information, in slow motion. “Valuable information, indeed.” “Oh, and she hates fish. Her mother and I could never convince her otherwise.” Lord Tebbet started toward his ship. Long after the seal was closed and Adanya’s father had departed, Xarrix stood in the same spot. “I guess surrender it is, then.”

Chapter 31

Adanya “This is outrageous.” Adanya strutted down the ramp of her ship. A month had ed since freeing her parents from the glass pods. Things were back to normal, or as routine as possible since fleeing from her husband’s world —from him. One of the large command vessels belonging to the Armada had pulled hers inside the docking area, forcing her to land. “There’s nothing wrong with my identification,” she yelled at the droids lined up in formation, with their weapons at the ready. Truth be told, she had used one of the multiple fake identities. In the last few years, she’d never used her real name when traveling. Only this was the first time getting caught. “Is that so?” Xarrix’s cousin walked between the lines of droids and stopped in front of her. “Lorelyn.” All Adanya’s fury melted into panic at the sight of the blonde sporting a self-satisfied smirk. “My Lady.” Lorelyn’s condescending tone sent shivers up the length of Adanya’s back. “I will escort you. This way.” She gestured toward the exit from the oversized hangar. “How did you know it was me?” “I’ve been following you around Simran for the past two weeks.” The blonde signaled to the guards, and they moved away in perfect sync. Except for a couple

of them, who walked up the ramp and disappeared inside Adanya’s ship. “What?” How was it possible? She’d been careful, worn disguises, and always checked behind her to make sure she’d never seen the same faces. “Taking your parents home after you broke them free was a rookie mistake.” Lorelyn invited her toward one of the many identical looking corridors. “May I ask why you’re hiding from your husband?” The other woman’s choice of words hit Adanya’s heart like a sharp dagger. She preferred not to it the legitimacy of the wedding. “He’s not my husband. And I don’t want to ever see him again.” “Well, that’s too bad.” Lorelyn stopped in front of an elevator. “If you really don’t want to be found, you should do a better job.” She pressed the button. “A wig and colored eye s don’t do much when it comes to face recognition programs.” The elevator’s doors opened, and she stepped in. “You were a redhead last week and had brown hair with purple extensions for the past couple of days. I see you gave up on any disguise now.” “Where are we going?” Adanya followed her escort inside the elevator. “Up.” Lorelyn crossed her arms over her chest. “Is he here?” Adanya took a deep breath and wiped clammy hands on her hips. “Yes.” “I knew it. He sent you to hunt me down, didn’t he?” Adanya turned toward Lorelyn, furious at herself for getting caught. “No.” The other woman didn’t flinch. “I volunteered.” Her gaze seemed glued on the screen displaying the rapidly changing numbers. “Why?” “It’s not every day I have the chance to do my job and enjoy it this much. Following you, and especially your brother, has been a real treat.” A predatory smile parted Lorelyn’s thin lips.

Words fled Adanya’s mind. Was the woman beside her serious? “Don’t get me wrong, I wouldn’t throw your cousin out of bed, but it’s your brother who intrigued me most.” Finally, Lorelyn shifted her gaze away from the blinking . The complicit wink spiked Adanya’s pulse. “Those golden eyes of his can make a girl soft in the knees.” A sudden urge to punch Lorelyn in the face filled every ounce of Adanya’s body, but the elevator stopped, and the doors slid open. Four droids guarded the exit. If she had a few more seconds, she might’ve told the blondie to stay away from her brother. In the least ceremonial way. “Go on. He’s expecting you.” Lorelyn stopped in front of a wide, steel-brushed door at the end of the carpeted corridor. Covered floors on a ship were a sure sign of excessive comfort, reserved for someone of highest rank. The door swished open. Hesitant, Adanya took a step, then stopped. “Your druards better not mess with my ship.” Her index finger pointed toward Lorelyn. “Druards?” “Droid guards,” Adanya didn’t bother to hide her annoyance. “Oh. Relax.” The other woman smiled with the same annoying smirk, just asking to be punched. “If your husband wanted you dead, you wouldn’t be standing here.” “Then why did those two buckets of bolts go inside my ship?” Fists closed by her sides, Adanya narrowed her eyes. “Routine check. Your ship will be refueled and made ready for take-off.” The blondie tilted her head and walked away with her shoulders squared, as if proud of a well-done job. Adanya sighed, controlling the desire to hit Lorelyn, and marched forward. The

door hissed, closing behind her. In the spacious room, Xarrix stood in front of the floor to ceiling window, covering the span of a whole wall. Simran, her home world filled the background. Without the mask, his blue eyes stole her breath. “Adany.” A genuine smile parted his lips. “Why am I here?” She stopped short of running toward him. Seeing Xarrix for the first time since he let her and her parents go, a month ago, wiped away the anger she’d been trying so hard to cultivate against him. “We need to talk.” He gestured to the semi-circular sofa. “And you haven’t been answering my calls.” His insistent gaze reminded her of the morning she woke in his arms. How good it felt for a short second and how much she wanted that moment to never end. Adanya averted her eyes from him. “We have nothing to talk about.” On the low table nested in front of the sofa, a bottle of her favorite sparkling wine waited by two elegant flutes. Coincidence? Xarrix seized her hands into his. “I kept my word.” His deep voice caressed the edges of her speeding heart. A half-sad, half-amused smile lifted the corners of his mouth. “Come home, Adany.” “That’s my home.” She nodded toward the window, to the green and brown planet of Simran. “Our home is Baruul. And your place is by my side.” In an agonizing slow motion, he lifted one of her hands to his mouth. Her determination quaked under the waves of heat rippling from the point where his lips kissed the back of her hand.

“You know I can’t do that. I hate you.” Adanya grasped for a good reason, even if it wasn’t true anymore. Night after night, in the privacy of her room, she tried to keep the hatred alive in front of his hologram. But everything had changed. There was none left. “No, you don’t.” Xarrix released one of her hands, and his fingers traced a fiery line along her jaw. “I was wrong to blackmail you into marrying me. I it it.” “You think?” A spark of anger tried and failed to overcome the attraction. “Give me a chance to make up for it.” His whisper landed on her skin, igniting it on fire. “Xarrix. . .” “A wise man once told me that one’s real strength doesn’t lay in how many fights he’s fought, in his wealth, or in his conquests.” Xarrix’s fingertips brushed over her lower lip. “But in the courage to it his mistakes, his shortcomings, and his true feelings.” “It sounds like something my father would say.” His head dipped closer. “You’re right, he’s the one who told me.” “Wait.” Adanya drew back a couple of inches. “You talked to my father?” “Yes. I needed his advice.” “What else did he tell you?” Eyes narrowed, she stared at the man still holding one of her hands captive in his. “That you love chocolate, hate fish, and that”—he pointed to the wine bottle —“that’s your favorite drink, other than coffee.” Adanya scrunched her brows. The questioning, no, the inquisitions both her parents conducted over the past month had forced her to come clean and it the truth, her inexplicable attraction toward Xarrix. But why did her father even entertain the idea of

talking to him? “Anything else other than my culinary preferences?” “He also told me that under all this rebellious attitude of yours, you have a heart of gold, and you never hold grudges.” His hand slipped under her hair and closed around the side of her head. “I love you, Adany.” His lips touched hers as light as a breeze at first. Her mind screamed to walk away, but her body leaned into his. Xarrix pressed his mouth to hers. His hold on her tightened, and Adanya indulged in their first kiss, one she’d been fantasizing about since they first faced each other in his throne room. Much better than the kill I told him I preferred that first time we met. Images from the past flashed in front of her closed eyes. Hatred had long lost its grip on her, despite the desire to hold on to it as if it were the ultimate lifeline. Without wanting to kill him, she was left with nothing but the strong attraction. Adanya slowly withdrew her arms from around his hard body. “This is not a good idea.” Her heart raced at the speed of light. “Give us a chance.” Xarrix stopped her retreat and drew her back into his arms. His thumb skimmed over the side of her cheek. “There’s no point in denying what’s always been between us.” Another feather-like kiss touched her lips with gentleness. He seemed to be a different person—one she’d only seen glimpses of in the past. Was this what he’d been hiding behind the blasted mask? Had she been superficial and only seen what everyone else did? A heartless tyrant? “It won’t change anything.” Hesitation echoed in her whispered words. The foundation of the walls she’d risen around herself crumbled to dust. “It will change everything.” ion, desire, and love beamed from his eyes. “We need to be true to ourselves and to each other.” Arms coiled around his neck, the last line of her defense crashed under his blue,

laser-sharp gaze. The surrounding world disappeared. For the first time, Adanya allowed herself to enjoy the moment. The desire, simmering under her skin like a volcano, when she first saw him months ago, now reached a boiling point, impossible to control any longer. Clothes littered the floor from the door to the low, oversized bed wedged between two one-way windows. Silk sheets, the color of charcoal, welcomed her heated body with coolness. Deep, dark space and blinking, distant stars witnessed her surrender. His fresh, snow-like scent mixed with whispers and kisses, touches and soft caresses gave way to ion. Time dissolved, reality and dream crossed lines, making it impossible to tell where one ended and the other started. The weight of his body on top of hers, brought a smile to her lips. Face hidden in his shoulder, Adanya slowly recovered from the sweet, ionate consummation of their marriage. Xarrix propped himself on his elbows. “Thank you for making today the best day of my life.” “That’s hard to believe.” Adanya traced her fingertips over the scarred part of his face. “I have no idea what I’m doing.” Fingers closed around hers, Xarrix kissed the open palm of her hand. “But now that we’ve decided to be honest with each other”—his smile melted what was left of her heart. “I have to it, I’ve never been in love before.” “I don’t agreeing to that—coming clean business.” A low, deep laughter filled her ears, slowly expanding inside her heart. “I love you, Adany.” Thick, strong arms wrapped around her. “So much that it hurts.” The whisper incinerated the skin on the side of her neck. “I never thanked you properly for letting me take my parents home. You could’ve stopped us.” Adanya preferred to change the subject than to it her own feelings.

Why did I have to lose all hate against him? For years, it was all she knew—her driving force. Xarrix rolled over. Without his body covering hers, cold air sent shivers along her skin, and Adanya covered herself with the light comforter. He sat and gathered the sheet around the waist. “I could’ve.” A touch of sadness shadowed his eyes. “When you ran away, after our wedding, I went to your parents’ pods and almost killed them.” Adanya sucked in a sharp breath. His call, from the somber trophy room still gave her nightmares. “But you didn’t.” “No. I stopped myself from giving into anger. Killing them would’ve hurt you more, and I couldn’t do that.” His hand cupped the side of her face. “It was when I realized I was in love with you.” Tears pooled in her eyes, and Adanya lowered her head. “I’ll be right back.” Xarrix abruptly stood and left the room. Black space stared at her from the other side of the wall of glass. What have I done? Head rested on both her hands, Adanya blinked the tears away. Xarrix returned with the wine bottle in one hand and the glasses in the other. The sheet tied around his waist dragged on the floor behind him, like a regal cape. With each step, long, muscular legs came into view. A few more scars marked the tanned skin. Placing the wine and the glasses on the night table, he knelt in front of her. “Adany.” Xarrix captured her hands into his, kissing them one at a time. Empowerment mixed in her blood, coursing through veins, and filling her being. The most feared man in the galaxy knelt before her, a true warrior’s surrender. “I understand you’re not ready to come home with me, not yet.” He hesitated. “What about a compromise?”

He sure knew how to get her attention. Adanya arched an inquiring brow. “What kind of compromise?” “Let’s spend some time together, away from everything and everyone.” His blue gaze lured her in. “What exactly do you have in mind?” “Since we didn’t have a proper honeymoon, I was thinking to take it now.” The impish smile curling his lips suited him. “I have a safe house on Daraas. Let’s go there for a few weeks, a month.” “I can’t just disappear for a month.” Adanya withdrew her hands from his. “Besides, how is it going to help anyone?” “We’ll get time together, just you and me.” His embrace warmed her, like the most comforting blanket. “It would be our chance to get to know each other better.” “Tempting, but I don’t think I can do it. Not now, anyway.” “When can you?” He drew back a few inches. “I don’t know. Maybe in a month or so? Three weeks?” “Perfect. Meet me on Daraas three weeks from today. I’ll be waiting for you by the main portal in the spaceport.” “I’ll think about it.” Adanya couldn’t resist the desire building inside her anymore. Her lips touched his, and she pulled him onto the bed.

Chapter 32

Xarrix “Idiot. She’s not coming.” Xarrix scolded himself after another empty day of waiting by the portal in the Daraas spaceport. For two days, he stood like a statue at the meeting point, as petrified on the inside as he appeared on the outside. Now, the third day in the spaceport started like the previous ones. Thousands of people poured through the gates, but not his Adany. Daraas, the small, peaceful planet situated at the edge of the galaxy, was a haven for tourists. Mostly covered by water, the islands made of lush vegetation and miles of white sanded beaches attracted people from all over. Through the glass ceiling of the spaceport’s building, he watched ships coming and going. Around him, happy reunions and teary goodbyes forced Xarrix to reflect on his future. Would Adany be part of it? The hot sun descended, changing its golden glow to bright tangerines. Traffic had slowed. A quick glance made the beats of his heart accelerate. Only steps away, Adanya walked toward him with a bag thrown over her shoulder. “Adany.” Xarrix ran to her, cutting through the crowd. She didn’t seem to notice him until he stopped in front of her. “Xarrix.” Surprise echoed in her voice and green flames ignited in her eyes. “You came.” He reached for her, warmed by the smile dancing on her lips. Throwing her bag on the ground, she jumped into his arms.

“I didn’t think you’d still be here.” Her whisper reached his ears through the roaring pulse mingling with the background noise of the spaceport. Out of instinct, his hold on her tightened, worried she’d vanish into thin air. He missed her every day in the last three weeks. “What took you so long?” Adanya withdrew from the embrace. Arms loosened around his neck and her head lowered. “I wasn’t sure I should be here. For the last three days I’ve been orbiting around Daraas.” Her finger pointed to the sky. “I still don’t think it’s a good idea.” She doubts me. Her lack of trust should’ve angered him, but instead, he smiled. “It’s what we make of it.” He lifted her bag. “C’mon, let’s go before anyone recognizes one of us.” Without his mask, exposure and vulnerability gnawed at him, even if no one knew who he was. Well, no one but her. Xarrix dialed the destination and stepped through the portal hand in hand with his wife. His safe house was the only one on the isolated, small island, offering both privacy and spectacular views of the turquoise waters. “It’s more beautiful than I’ve heard.” Adanya ran to the stone banister edging the terrace, then leaned against it. A red sky dotted by puffy, purple clouds offered a perfect sunset. “I’m glad you like it.” Xarrix opened the decorative box placed on a glass table by the door. Inside, the surprise he’d prepared for her, lay on top of the black velvet. If this is the way to her heart, I’ll take my chances. Xarrix swallowed the painful gulp in his throat. “Adany.” “What is this?” She faced him, her gaze lowered to his outstretched hand holding the shredded piece of shimmering silk from her wedding dress.

With the other hand, he unfolded the soft fabric, revealing the hilts of her swords. “I think it’s time for you to get them back.” Xarrix held his breath. If he was wrong, it would be the last thing he did. “My swords.” She grabbed the handles. “Aren’t you afraid I might use them?” A spark of mischievousness in Adanya’s emerald eyes, assured him the hatred she once held against him was long gone. “I doubt today is the day I’ll die.” He smiled. “But if it is, I’d rather do it at your hand.” Xarrix squared his shoulders. The blades poured from the handles, their shiny finish reflecting the red of the sky. They resembled two strips of fire, and if Adanya truly wanted to kill him, he wasn’t going to stop her. Her wrists rotated, the swords swooshing through the hot air, inches away from him. His gaze met hers. “There was a time when I wouldn’t have hesitated to kill you.” The setting sun seemed to have sunk into her eyes. “And now?” Xarrix drew her closer. The need of feeling her body close, accelerated his pulse. “Now I can think of better things to do.” Adanya’s lips touched his. She retracted the blades and dropped the handles on the ground. The metal hilts rolled a few inches away from her feet. Xarrix lifted her in his arms and walked to the bedroom. Inside him, blood sang with desire. Time and space thawed between the silky sheets. The moonlight outlined her body in a soft, silver glow. His gaze traveled along Adanya’s silhouette, from the curve of her shoulder, over the narrow waist, and up the bent leg peeking from under the sheet. “You know,” his voice broke the sound of the waves brushing against the sand.

“I always feel so much lighter, more like myself when I’m away from Baruul, from the throne.” A light breeze came through the opened doors to the terrace, dancing with the soft sheer s. “Maybe you should leave more often.” Adanya snickered and lifted her gaze. The moon reflected in her eyes. “It would only be a temporary fix.” “Are you starting to think about a peace treaty?” Body propped on an elbow, she arched a brow. Xarrix skimmed the back of his fingers over one of the loose, black curls touching his shoulder. “Are you starting to think about coming home with me?” Adanya dropped on the pillow. “Please don’t start. Are we going to spend these two weeks arguing?” “Adany.” He kissed her lips—they preserved the sweet taste of the chocolate she had nibbled on earlier. “You have to it, we’re perfect together.” “Only when we’re away from the rest of the world.” She wrapped her body around his. “We can’t hide here for the rest of our lives.” “We don’t have to.” Xarrix rolled on top of her, inhaling the garseria scent rising from her skin. “Sign a peace treaty,” she whispered. “Come home with me.”

Chapter 33

Adanya Two weeks after the vacation with Xarrix, Adanya woke more tired than she’d been the previous night. A bitter, bile taste rose from her stomach to the back of her throat, and she ran into the bathroom. I probably should go see Aunt Charisse. Puking every morning isn’t fun. With the back of a hand, Adanya wiped her mouth. This is the third time in the past week. She stared in the mirror. Her eyes seemed to have lost their glow. Sadness had become her permanent companion, looming above her head like a bird of prey waiting to strike. At least Mom and Dad can’t see me. Yet. But they will come to Vonaris soon. Adanya let out a sigh and pulled her hair into the usual high ponytail. Like Thane’s long glares weren’t enough. She got ready for the day ahead. The medical center on Vonaris, as animated as always, welcomed her with a strong smell of antiseptic. Eww, it stinks. How she works here, I’ll never understand. Adanya gagged and turned a corner on the long corridor, stopping in front of Aunt Charisse’s office. She knocked on the door, then opened it. The corridor spun around her. Eyes squeezed shut, she gripped the door frame, holding on tight. “Adanya. What can I do for you?” Her aunt stood and hurried to her side.

“I think I need a medical exam. Lately, I haven’t been myself.” A smirk bloomed on the other woman’s face. “And you don’t know why?” “What do you mean?” Adanya blinked the temporary dizziness away. “Sweetie, you’re pregnant.” Her aunt’s whisper hit Adanya with the force of a thousand suns. Her legs shook. Unable to the weight of her body, Adanya dropped into the nearest chair. “What? Are you sure? How do you know?” An avalanche of questions poured into her mind, mixing with panic. “Any half decent healer can see it. If you’d like, I can scan you.” She pointed to the portable scanner on the other side of the room. Adanya nodded. Words eluded her. Who else knew? What was she going to do? Aunt Charisse helped her lay on the hospital bed tucked away behind a curtain, in a corner of the office. The scanner beeped, and she stared at the side screen. Should I tell Xarrix? What will his reaction be? He’d probably lock me in his chambers to make sure I stay with him. An involuntarily smile tugged at the corners of her mouth. “See? Here.” Charisse stopped the scanner above her abdomen and pointed to the monitor. Adanya squinted at the blurry image. “I don’t see anything.” “This dark spot.” The other woman’s finger tapped on the screen to a black pixel. “That’s a tiny baby. About eight weeks old.” Her aunt stared at her. “Is that about right?” A memory flashed in her mind—the night she’d spent with Xarrix on his ship. The timing was right, and Adanya nodded again. One more complication I could do without. Maybe I don’t have to tell Xarrix. At

least not yet? “How is this possible?” “Surely, you know the answer to that question.” “No. Yeah. I had one of those temporary sterility devices implanted years ago.” “Years? How many?” Aunt Charisse put the scanner back on its on the wall. “I was still in college, so maybe about six, seven years.” Adanya tried and failed to the exact time. “Didn’t they tell you it was only good for five years, at most?” A smile curled her aunt’s lips. “Oh, yeah. You’re right. I guess I forgot about that part.” She let out a sigh. “In the last three years I’ve never even thought about it.” “I can take it out if you want. It’s way past its expiry date and obviously does nothing.” A short nod was all Adanya could manage. Minutes later, her aunt dropped the device in a metal bowl. The clinking sound echoed in the silent room, cold and useless. “Done. You can get up.” Aunt Charisse pushed aside the tray holding the medical equipment. “Who else knows?” Adanya stood from the bed. Now, with the truth starring her in the face, her mind shifted into overdrive. “Nobody. The only one who could potentially suspect, is Thane. Everyone else probably thinks you’re just lovesick.” Her aunt’s embrace sent calming swirls of lavender. “Please let’s keep it between us for now. I have to figure out a few things before I tell anyone.”

“Of course. And it would help with the morning sickness if you drank tea first, and coffee later.” Aunt Charisse stepped back. “I assume you’ll tell the father first.” The father—Xarrix. Did she really have to? I can’t just go and tell him. What would I even say? ‘Hi, I’m pregnant. We’re going to have a little tyrant.’ “Yeah. Maybe. I need to sort through things.” Lungs screamed for air, and Adanya ran from her aunt’s office. Pregnant. The word expanded in her mind. Having a baby with the man still terrorizing the galaxy, with the threat of his Armada and the ever-growing taxes, complicated everything. Her vision blurred. On unsteady legs, she found her way to the open mountain plateau usually reserved for training. Hiding behind a boulder, Adanya sat on the grass and let the tears flow. What am I going to do? How long can I hide it? What’s the way out of this one? Heavy steps interrupted her self-pity party. “I’ve been looking for you.” Thane ed her. “Mom and Dad called, they’re on their way here.” Great. Is today the day for bad news? She wanted to see her parents, but she didn’t want them to see her. Adanya wiped her tears. “Good. It’s about time.” A few moments of silence pressed on her shoulders, heavy and smothering, until Thane turned toward her. “Are you going to tell him?” “Tell who, what?” She braved but avoided her brother’s gaze. “Adanya, I’m not stupid.” Thane’s tone hardened. “Do you think I don’t know what’s been going on? You went with him on that two weeks-vacation last

month, and now, you’re pregnant.” She straightened her spine. Aunt Charisse was right to assume Thane would figure it out. As much as she loved him, she hated how he could always see through her. “No.” Her twin brother stared at the mountain tops in the distance. “You should.” “You’ve always been on his side. Can you, for once, be on mine?” A loud sigh left his lips. “Look, Sis. I don’t like how he trapped and forced you into marrying him. I should’ve done something about it.” Guilt coated Thane’s words and strained his voice. “I should’ve beat the snot out of his Royal Prickness, but I knew you loved him.” “How could you?” Adanya stared at her brother’s profile, so similar to their father’s. “I had no idea until recently.” “I knew he loved you since Crimsten. There was something in his eyes, in the way he risked his life to save yours.” Thane moved his golden gaze from the mountains to her. “As for you. . .” he hesitated. “Do you know the difference between hate and love?” Her mind didn’t seem to process anything other than the fact she was pregnant. The no exit situation closed its claws around her. For the first time in her life, Adanya had no idea what to do. “No,” she whispered. “One thin line. When your hatred towards him died, you crossed to the other side.” Adanya lowered her head. Every one of her brother’s words were true. How could she let it happen? “Can you please keep this between us?”

“What’s your plan now?” “I don’t have one.” “The sooner you tell him, the better.” Thane squeezed her hand. “I don’t think I want to.” “That’s silly. As much as I think he doesn’t deserve you, as a man, I would like to know if I were about to become a father.” “It’s complicated, Thane. He’s still the enemy.” More tears stung the eyes and talking hurt her throat. “Not for long.” Her brother stood. “He also called a few minutes ago.” “What?” Adanya sprung to her feet. “Why?” “He’s willing to negotiate peace. We’re meeting in three days.” Thane arched a brow. “So, he’s not the enemy anymore. At least not for long.” Adanya’s mind spun in place like a hamster on a wheel. Had Xarrix finally given in? She argued with him almost every day during the two weeks spent on Daraas. His unwillingness to sign a peace treaty matched her stubbornness to deny the legitimacy of their marriage. But we’ve made up for it. A loud pulse hammered in her ears. The bracer vibrated on her wrist, and Adanya hurried to open the screen. One name displayed in bright letters. “It’s Xarrix.” Mixed emotions—ones she couldn’t identify—constricted her throat. “Talk to him.” Thane whirled on his heels and left. “Adany.” Xarrix’s smiling face filled the screen and her heart. “I hope you heard the news.” “I just did. Are you serious?” She wiped the fresh tears.

“I can’t take this anymore. If a peace treaty is the price I must pay for being with you, so be it.” His blue gaze bore into her soul. “I need to see you.” “I do too.” Adanya started running toward the hangar. Her ship was always fueled and ready to go, something her brother saw to. “Tell me when and where.” “I’m coming to you.” She had a hard time splitting her attention between him and all the people who apparently decided to be in the way. “When?” “I should be there in about eight hours.” Adanya avoided a collision with a cart the last moment. “I’m on my way.” “I’ll be waiting by your landing pad, on the palace’s grounds. I can’t wait to see you.” Excitement filled his voice. “See you soon.” She disconnected the call. Minutes later, after letting Thane know she was leaving for Baruul, Adanya stopped by her apartment. Excitement tingled under her skin. With trembling hands, she opened a drawer and retrieved the box hidden inside. More tears stung her eyes, yet she couldn’t stop smiling. It must be the damn hormones going out of whack. The ring from Xarrix sat in the cushioned black velvet, sparkling with promise. Beside it, the pewter wedding band, reminded her of the moment he slipped it on her finger. Adanya grabbed them both, put them on, and ran out the door. As soon as the ship exited the Vonaris airspace, she set it in hyperdrive, and the auto pilot engaged. Her hands still shook. I need to calm down. Eyes closed, Adanya took in a deep breath, and lay back in the chair. There was

hope for a future with Xarrix. And for their baby. After many nights of poor or no sleep, tiredness won.

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Xarrix “My Lord, Lady Adanya has entered Baruul’s airspace. We just cleared her for landing.” The droid’s metallic voice sent Xarrix’s heart in a race. “Very well.” He shot off the screens on which the documents blinked in light blue letters. Eight hours shouldn’t have felt like days, but time seemed to have stretched, playing tricks on him. The official documents for the peace treaty had kept his mind busy for a few minutes at a time. But he lacked his usual focus. Adany is here. Each step, quicker than the last one, echoed on smooth stone floors through the corridors leading outside. Slow down. Slow down. He controlled the urge to run. Gaze lifted to the sky, Xarrix recognized Adanya’s slick ship. The orange sunset reflected on the surface of the silver aircraft, now resembling a ball of fire, as bright as her temper. His body ached for Adanya. The moment he would hold her in his arms neared in slow motion. Each second stretched into an eternity. The landing gear hit the pavement, and he dismissed the guards. “Leave us.” The droids walked away in formation, their metal feet hitting the concrete path in perfect sync.

Whistles filled his ears from the acclimatization systems, and thin steam rose around the ship. Xarrix walked toward it, unable to remain still. The hatch opened, and Adanya ran to his arms. “Adany.” He hugged her tight, lifting her off the ground. “I missed you so much.” “Me too.” Her body, wrapped around him, Adanya poured happiness in his veins. “Let’s go inside.” He gently lowered her feet to the pathway, taking her hand. “Oh, you’re wearing your rings.” Xarrix stared at her delicate fingers. “I figured I should.” Adanya smiled and cuddled closer to him, the same way she did weeks ago, on the long walks along the beaches of Daraas. “Your eyes are red.” He stopped for a moment. “You’ve been crying.” Adanya nodded. “Yes. Thanks to you.” A playful tone rang in her voice. “I can’t believe you finally agreed to negotiations.” “Well,” Xarrix smiled and opened the door to his chambers. “You didn’t leave me much of a choice.” He closed the door and threw the mask on the floor. Too long had ed since their last kiss, and the need to taste her lips overrode any coherent thought. Wild hunger growled inside him, guiding his mouth to hers. “You don’t like your strategy used against you, do you?” Impish sparkles animated her eyes. “No.” He shook his head. “Are you tired? Hungry, or—” “I just want to be with you.” Adanya drew him closer to her for another kiss. An hour later, recovered from the sweet reunion, in the semidarkness of the bedroom, Xarrix turned on the lights and left the bed.

Steps away, a cozy sitting area by the open doors to the terrace hosted the wine on ice, and two glasses. “Would you like a glass of wine before dinner?” Fingers closed on the tall neck, and he lifted the bottle. “No, thanks.” Adanya sat in the middle of the bed and tightened one of the white silk sheets around her body. “It’s your favorite.” Xarrix turned toward her. Gold stars and cursive letters sparkled against the black label. “And I appreciate it.” A shy smile tugged at the corner of her lips. “But I can’t drink anymore. At least not for several months.” “Why not?” He reached for the glasses. “I’m pregnant.” Her words hit Xarrix before touching the glasses. The bottle slipped from his hand and landed on the thick rug. It bounced and rolled away without breaking. Body reacting before mind, Xarrix ran to her side. “How? When?” The questions left his lips as soon as they formed. Adanya’s happy laughter filled his being. “Are you seriously asking me how?” “Yes. No.” He shook his head, unable to find proper words. “I mean—” “Do you that time on your ship?” Adanya’s arms coiled around his neck. Green irises interfered further with his scrambled mind. Xarrix nodded. “That was when.” She leaned in, her body molding against his. The sheet covering her slipped between them. “I hope you also how.” Her lips touched his. The gentle kiss brought clarity back in his mind. “Adany, my love.” His hands cupped her head. “This is the best news. Ever.” Happiness flooded every inch of his body. “Are you sure?” “Yes. I had a scan done to confirm it about an hour or so before you called.”

“I love you.” Xarrix turned off the lights. The wine, the dinner, the whole world disappeared into a distant mist.

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Adanya Two days later, Adanya closed the screen of her data pad, setting it aside on the couch. For hours, she’d been reading the peace accord with Xarrix, discussing all clauses. “You do realize, you agreed to all the ?” Adanya lay her head on his shoulder, her body relaxing against his. “My Lady, I’m here to make you happy.” Xarrix kissed the top of her head. “All you have to do is tell me what you wish.” He shut off his screen and placed it on the low table. A snowy-fresh scent enticed her senses. “You’re about to give up everything, all your power over this galaxy.” “I don’t care anymore about all the power and influence. All I want is you, our family, and to grow old together.” Xarrix drew her onto his lap. “Tomorrow, when the partisans’ delegation comes, will you stand with me?” Guilt shadowed the moment, and Adanya lowered her head. “I’ll wait for everyone on the landing pad and walk in the throne room with them.” She lifted her gaze to him. “But as soon as we’re done with the official introductions, and we start the negotiations, I’ll be by your side.” Doubt and a trace of hurt ed over his chiseled features. “And you’ll remain by me? Forever?” Hope glimmered in his eyes. “I won’t have to chase you across the galaxy again?” “I promise I’ll never leave you again.” Her heart fluttered. “Oh, I just got an idea.” The smile parting Xarrix’s lips lured her closer, tasting his minty breath.

“This is, indeed, a great idea.” Xarrix deepened the kiss, his thick arms tightening around her. Adanya laughed. “That was not what I was thinking.” “Nevertheless, it was the best idea you had today.” The smile rose into his eyes. “I was thinking, we could get your droids to work and help reconstructing the worlds destroyed, or heavily affected by the war.” She ran a hand over his short, soft hair. “Sure. That’ll give them something to do.” He leaned against the sofa’s backrest. “We don’t want the droids to get bored.” “You don’t feel like you’re giving away too much?” Adanya tilted her head to the side, relishing the warmth of his blue gaze. “No price is too high for happiness.” Xarrix’s pewter hand glided on the side of her face. The hydraulic hiss of his artificial limb reached her ears with familiarity. Funny how these metal fingers never feel cold. Hot desire coursed through her body. But they had a meeting to attend, and she withdrew from his embrace. “We should go to the conference with your council.” Adanya stood. Xarrix rose to his feet, towering her. “They’re all eager to meet you in person.” The kiss he placed on the back of her hand sent lava droplets flying inside her. “The council will obey your orders as if were mine.” “What orders?” She scrunched her brows. “After the peace treaty is signed, you’ll only be left with Baruul to lead.” “Yes, but in this world, as my wife, my second in command, they’ll serve and assist you.” Xarrix kept her hand in his and started toward the door. From a chair nearby, he grabbed his mask. “I’m starting to get used to this.” Adanya checked her reflection into a mirror

and smoothed a lock of hair. Xarrix stopped before they reached the door, his arms closing a circle around her body. “You make me happy, Adany.” The intensity in his gaze cut through her soul and softened her knees. “Let’s go, or we’ll have to cancel.” She winked with complicity, giving him another kiss before the mask went on. Minutes later, Adanya met the twelve of the council. Each of them appeared eager to assist her in anything she needed, just as Xarrix had told her. I wonder how they feel about Lorelyn. Adanya controlled a chuckle and focused on the plans of reconstruction, the first point on the agenda. Xarrix selected six of the to him the following day to welcome the partisans’ delegation, followed by the beginning of negotiations. The remaining six councilors, offered to organize the event of the official g—a historic moment which would be witnessed by the galaxy.

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Xarrix Next day, Xarrix waited for the delegation to arrive in the throne room. Lorelyn stood by his side and the six selected of the council lined the stairs. “Please tell me you have a plan.” Lorelyn’s frown confirmed his suspicion—she wasn’t happy about the peace treaty. “Is this a trap, and you’ll have the leadership of the partisans in your hands?” “It isn’t.” Xarrix glanced at his cousin. “After we meet them all, we’ll go in the conference room and start negotiations.” The gloom he’d always sensed when sitting on the throne thickened around him, like dark clouds, heavy and oppressive. I would prefer to be somewhere else, with Adany. Some quiet, peaceful place, where we can raise a family together. Xarrix resisted the darkness coiling like a snake around his mind. “You’re about to give up everything our family has accomplished for generations.” Lorelyn huffed with indignation. “Your father would’ve never agreed to it.” “But he’s not here. I am.” Xarrix’s tone rose. “And to think you’re doing it for a woman—that wife of yours.” Disgust dripped from his cousin’s mouth. “You’ll do well to respect my wife and serve her with the same loyalty you’ve shown me.” His hands closed on the armrests. “And I’m doing this for everyone. The people of all those worlds deserve a better life.”

“Listen to yourself.” Lorelyn circled the throne to stand in front of him. “We’re conquerors, leaders, the most powerful in the galaxy, not peacemakers. How can you give it all up?” “Because it’s the right thing to do.” Lorelyn shook her head and returned to her spot. “You’re weak. You don’t deserve to sit on the throne.” “Watch it, cousin. I might take you to the arena and show you just how weak I am,” Xarrix growled his warning. “I never doubted your prowess in battle.” She countered, declining his challenge. “You’re invincible in a fight. It’s your political decisions that throw shame on the Kreider legacy.” “When and if I need your opinion, I’ll ask for it.” Xarrix furrowed his brows behind the mask. “Until then, you’ll do as you’re told.” “Yes, My Lord.” The tension remained in spite of her answer. Invisible forks of lighting waited to strike. Xarrix’s gaze traveled from the guards lining the black runner in their protocol armors, shields and spears at the ready, to the domed glass ceiling. His Armada floated above, the slick silhouettes of the ships shining in sunlight. The double doors opened and Adanya entered, followed by the partisans’ delegation. Radox and Thane walked on either side of her, followed by her parents, her aunt and uncle, and two more men in uniforms he assumed were military leaders. His gaze returned at Adanya. The usual black leather suit hugged her body, molding around each curve. Images of him, peeling it off, sparked to life in his mind. A smile curled his lips behind the mask. Long waves of raven hair danced around her face with each step she took. Stars, I love her.

The delegation stopped a few feet away from his throne. Xarrix stood and descended the four steps. “Welcome, everyone.” Except for the two military men, and Adanya’s mother, everyone else were energy s. Xarrix sensed their power, humming around them like an electrified fence. And judging by their short glances around the room, they were on alert, ready to react. “You my brother Thane, and my cousin Radox.” Adanya officially started the introductions. “Of course.” Xarrix nodded. Both men seemed to have accepted or forgiven the rocky start of his relationship with Adanya. “My parents, Lord and Lady Tebbet-Theus, the founders of The Freedom Partisans.” Pride echoed in her voice. “I’m glad to see you are both all right, and in good health.” Xarrix tilted his head in front of the couple he used to ire through the glass pods concealing them for the last three years. “This is Draxen Harett, one of our leaders, and his wife, Charisse, the best healer in the galaxy.” A smile parted Adanya’s lips with pride. “My aunt and uncle,” she added. “I’m honored.” Xarrix stared at the woman with silver hair. “I’ve heard your name before. Your reputation precedes you.” Adanya’s aunt lowered her gaze with modesty, a shy smile bloomed on her lips. “Our military leaders, General Kort, and iral Asten.” Adanya named the last two of the delegation, and switched sides, standing beside him. Happiness filled his heart, and Xarrix almost forgot about the last two of the partisans’ delegation, distracted by her proximity. He quickly nodded toward the two uniformed men.

“If you will all follow me and my council men, we’ll proceed to the conference room.” Xarrix extended a hand toward the exit. The air in the throne room seemed to have thickened, the gloomy darkness tightening around him like a vice. “No.” Lorelyn’s voice rose from behind. He’d completely forgotten about her. Stepping forward from the side of his throne, a crease marked her forehead. Xarrix whirled on his heels, fully facing her. Hatred darkened her eyes. “Lorelyn.” He hoped a warning tone would suffice. To his surprise, she sat on the throne. “I’m declaring myself the new leader of The Dark Legion of Baruul. Arrest them all.” She signaled the guards. Not one of them moved. “Are you challenging me?” The tension Xarrix had sensed earlier escalated, prickling his skin. Adanya moved closer to him. The partisans’ delegation and the council representatives gathered behind. “It was me who should’ve sat on the throne all this time.” Fists closed, Lorelyn’s voice grew louder and louder, amplified by the silence in the throne room. Xarrix took a step toward her. “You have no right.” “You should’ve married me.” She stood. Her eyes seemed unfocused, haunted. “Not her.” Lorelyn came closer and turned toward Adanya. “This is all your fault.” “Listen, Blondie.” Adanya took a step toward the other woman. “I never liked or trusted you. And I guess Xarrix didn’t either since he chose me.” Like a rabid dog, spittle foamed at the corner of Lorelyn’s mouth. With blinding speed, she pulled her sword. The blade extended, coated in black lighting. Adanya’s hands closed on the hilts of her swords. Caught off guard, she was

slow in reacting. With only a few inches left between Lorelyn’s sword and Adanya’s chest, Xarrix reached forward. No. Nobody will ever hurt Adany or our child. Golden threads of energy gathered at his fingertips, and he grabbed Adanya’s arm pulling her to the side. I can’t believe my own cousin is betraying me. Xarrix stepped in front of her and released the energy a fraction of a second too late. Lorelyn’s thin blade pierced through his chest. “No!” Adanya’s scream filled the room. Xarrix froze into place. Time stopped. The cold metal of his cousin’s sword cut through his flesh. Her blade grazed against his ribs. A grinding sound hammered in his ears, and the pain increased. One quick thrusting stab, and his heart beat against the sharp edge of the sword. “Traitor.” The bitter taste of betrayal coated his mouth. His knees buckled and hit the immaculate floor. Adanya’s arms closed around his shoulders. “Xarrix.” His gaze lifted from the sword sticking through his chest, to his cousin. The eyes of the crazed woman appeared empty of any emotions, filled with ghosts. This can’t be. Not now, when I finally have everything I’ve ever wanted. Xarrix glanced around. Shock rooted everyone in place. Wide-eyed, she stared back at him. Bright light materialized between Thane’s hands, the first one to react. A glowing ball of golden fire grew into a sphere, and with a push, he threw it toward Lorelyn.

The pure energy hummed, distorting the air in its trajectory. Lorelyn ducked a second too late, and the round ball hit her chest, burning through flesh and bones. “Argh.” A scream left her lips with a last breath. His cousin slumped to the floor in a heap of lifeless mass. It serves you right. I only wish I had killed her. Xarrix stared at the hole in her chest. Past her body, the projectile continued its path and struck the throne. A thunder-like sound boomed in the vast space, and the throne exploded in millions of black grains. The force of the energy wave knocked everyone back and off their feet. Through the dust, Adanya leaned over him, tears running down her face. He tried to lift a hand to touch her, but he couldn’t move. “Nooo.” Her voice sounded distant, as if coming from a dream. “Someone, help him.” She turned to the others. His gaze followed hers. Thane and his aunt ran to him first, followed by Radox. Adanya’s hand closed on the handle of Lorelyn’s sword, impaled in his chest. “No. Don’t pull it out. He’ll die.” Thane stopped her. “Is there a medical bay here?” He checked around. “This way. Follow me.” One of the council gathered himself of the floor. Charisse, Adanya’s aunt, touched his chest. A white light poured from her fingers, warm and calming. Xarrix blinked, an unusual tiredness slipping into his body. “Wait, we can’t move him like this.” Radox pushed away the hands reaching to lift him. “You.” He signaled one of the guards. “We need your shield.”

Cold spread from his chest through the rest of the body. Hands dragged and placed him on top of the oversized piece of armor. I never thought I’d die at the hand of my family. At least I’ll leave a child behind, to carry on my legacy. Mixed with the guards, the droids stood motionless. Their bodies broke into tiny particles of shiny metal, lifting upwards, as if a vacuum sucked them, until they disintegrated into thin air. Just like in the strategy games I used to play as a kid. Each enemy I defeated perished like this. Xarrix lifted his gaze to the see-through ceiling. With all the dust settled, the blue sky was once more visible. The Armada sparkled overhead, hundreds of ships, in their usual formation. One by one, they became translucent, as if cloaking shields had activated around them, disappearing from view. Pain intensified in his chest, but Xarrix felt lighter, just like when he was away from his throne. Are they all gone? Did the curse break? His suspicion, that there was a connection between the throne, the Armada, and the darkness always present, now confirmed. Too bad I’m going with them. “Where did all the ships go?” Adanya’s mother pointed to the clear sky. If anyone answered, Xarrix didn’t hear. Tiredness forced him to close his eyes, lulled by the movement of the shield. “Xarrix.” Adanya’s scream yanked him back. “You can’t do this. Don’t leave me —us.” Her hand nested into his. He wished he could squeeze it at least, but his body refused to answer any

commands. “Adany. . .” It took all his strength to reopen his lids. “Please.” More tears left marks on her dust covered face. “Our baby needs you.” She squeezed his hand. There was so much he wanted to say, but the cold sending shivers through his body stopped him. His heartbeat slowed. “I . . . Adany . . .” His throat constricted. At least I die at peace. I’ve done my job. “Xarrix.” Her scream, the fear and pain in it, gave him a reason to focus. He didn’t want to leave her, but the cold grip tightened around him. “I . . . love you.” The effort drained him, and Xarrix surrendered to the strong claw drawing him farther and farther from the life he’d known. A vortex or nothingness swirled around, sucking him in. “No. Xarrix.” The panic in Adanya’s voice was the last thing he heard. The shadows won, and everything around him slipped away.

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Adanya Thane grabbed her shoulders in front of the door, blocking her entrance. “Sis, you can’t come in there.” Medical staff took Xarrix in, away from her forward reaching hands. “I have to stay with him.” “Listen to me.” Thane lifted her face to him. “Aunt Charisse and I will do everything we can.” She shook her head. “I promised I’ll never leave him again.” “Sis. You’d be in the way, making it harder for everyone else to do their jobs.” Thane glanced somewhere behind her and nodded. “I can’t lose him.” More tears blurred her vision. “Not now.” She stared at the closed door. This is my fault. He is dying because of me. “You won’t. He’s gravely injured, but you have us, and about six medics and ten nurses in that room doing their best.” “Thane.” Adanya grabbed the sleeves of her brother’s coat. “Please, save him.” “I’ll do everything I can.” He unclenched her fingers, one by one, as if careful not to break them. “I promise.” Thane slipped into the room on the other side of the door. Two hands pulled her back. She didn’t want to go anywhere. Xarrix needed her. Why did he have to step in front of her? “Sweetheart, come sit with us.” Her mother’s voice sounded as calming as

always. “He’s in good hands.” “No.” She yanked free from her mother’s hold. “I’m not going anywhere.” “Baby girl.” Her father’s firm grip dragged her a few steps away and forced her to sit beside him on one of the couches in the waiting room. “We’re not going to leave him. We’ll stay here.” Uncontrollable sobs shook her body, and Adanya hid her face in opened palms. If Thane hadn’t killed Lorelyn, she would have. How could she do what she did? Xarrix didn’t deserve to die. Somewhere, in the back of her mind the events from earlier replayed in slow motion. Ironically, Lorelyn died at the hand of the man she thought attractive. “Is it true?” her mother whispered. “You’re pregnant?” Adanya wiped her tears and turned toward her Mom. “Yes.” Quickly, she looked to her left, to her father. “This is not how I wanted you to find out.” “It’s okay.” Her mother patted her knee. “Xarrix is going to be all right. Between Charisse and Thane, he’ll be up in no time.” An encouraging smile bloomed on her face. “We wanted to tell you tonight, at dinner.” Adanya lowered her head. Blood stained her hands—Xarrix’s blood. I killed him, my wish for him to die. Guilt wrapped around her throat. “Good news is good no matter how you say it.” Her father gently squeezed her shoulders. “We’re here for you.” If anyone else talked, she couldn’t hear. The man she loved, the father of her baby could die any moment. “I felt when his heart stopped.” More tears flowed. Adanya leaned her head on her father’s shoulder and cried undisturbed. Life without Xarrix seemed unimaginable. Not now, when they could finally be

together. Adanya closed her arms around her waist, as if protecting the tiny life growing inside. The possibility of raising the baby alone tortured her mind. Sheer pain coursed the length of her body. Hunched, Adanya lost connection with time, space, anything but her murky, fear-tainted thoughts. I killed him. I killed him. It’s me who killed him. “How long has it been?” From the couch across, Radox’s voice reached her ears. “Almost six hours.” Her mother’s answer ed in her mind. “It’s a good sign. If it takes this long, it means there’s hope.” Adanya lifted her head. She was about to say something, when the door opened. Thane and Aunt Charisse walked on wobbly legs, holding onto each other, exhausted. “How is he?” Adanya ran to them. Her uncle hurried to his wife, and Radox offered help to his cousin. Thane appeared more tired than she’d ever seen him. Excessive use of energy had that effect on its s. “That snake of a cousin did quite a job on him.” Aunt Charisse collapsed in her husband’s arms, drained. “He’s in a healing tank now.” Adanya turned to her brother. “Is he going to make it?” Thane shook his head and lowered his gaze. “I don’t know.” Radox helped him sit on the nearest chair. “We’ve done everything we could.” “Can I see him?” Adanya took a step closer to the door. “They’ll let you know when you can go in. He’s unconscious.” Thane stared at her. “What are his chances?” Adanya knelt in front of her brother, grabbing his hands. “And don’t lie to me.”

“He actually died. Twice. Aunt Charisse and I brought him back, but it’s not looking good, Sis.” Thane let out a sigh. “At this point, it’s up to him if he lives or dies.” “He’s a fighter, baby girl.” Her father rested a hand on her shoulder, as if to infuse her with some of his strength. “He’ll be all right.” “My Lady.” A voice she didn’t recognize spoke from behind her, but Adanya was too busy staring at the closed door. All she wanted was to see Xarrix. The same man cleared his throat. “My Lady?” “I think he’s talking to you.” Radox touched her arm. Startled, Adanya stood and whirled on the heels of her dusted boots. One of the council waited before her. “What is it?” “I’m here to serve you. Is there anything you would like?” Adanya shrugged. All she wanted, was for Xarrix to walk out of the damn room and hug her. “I don’t think so.” “Would you like some food? I can escort everyone to their rooms.” The man insisted in a whisper. “Yes, please.” Adanya ed where she was, how long they had waited, and how much, at least, Thane and her aunt needed some nourishment after their energy depletion. “I’ll stay here.” The door opened and the medics, followed by nurses, walked out. One of the older women approached her. “You may go in, My Lady.” Without any hesitation, Adanya ran into the room. Xarrix’s shirtless, unconscious body floated inside a healing tank. Eyes closed, he seemed to be sleeping. “Xarrix.” She pressed both her hands against the cold glass. A round scar marked his chest where Lorelyn had stabbed him. Lorelyn might’ve be the one driving a sword through his heart, but I killed him,

with my stupid thoughts. In dimmed light, the golden liquid inside the tank held his body relaxed. A translucent mask covered his face. Hands gliding over the round tank, Adanya knelt and lost the fight with the tears. Sobs shook her body. “Come back to me.” Seconds, minutes, hours, they all lost meaning. She didn’t know how long she’d been staring at Xarrix, and she didn’t care. Only one thing mattered. Him—his survival. “You need to eat, sweetie.” Aunt Charisse’s hand touched her shoulder. “You’ve been here for hours.” “I’m not hungry.” Adanya refocused on Xarrix. What if he wakes, she thought to herself, and I miss it? “You may not, but that little dot growing inside you, needs nourishment.” She placed a tray with food on a chair and pushed it closer. “You should at least clean up. You’re covered in blood and dust.” “I don’t care.” Adanya grabbed a sandwich and took a bite. Before she swallowed, her stomach churned, letting out a rumble. Yes, she could use some food, her aunt was right. “How long does he have to stay in the tank?” “A maximum of twelve hours. After that, he’s on his own.” Aunt Charisse checked the data on the monitor attached to the healing tank. “Is there anything else you can do for him?” Her aunt knelt beside her, on the sterile floor. “No. The medics have reconstructed his heart, so physically he’s like new.” “Then why isn’t he awake?” Adanya finished the sandwich and grabbed one of the chocolate pastries. “During the surgery, we lost him twice.” Her aunt sighed. “It felt as if he’d given up. Sweetie, there is absolutely nothing anyone can do.” She covered Adanya’s

hand with hers. “He needs to wake up on his own.” Charisse stood, facing the exit. “Thank you.” Adanya watched her aunt walking outside the room, leaving her alone with her thoughts and grief. Adanya returned her gaze to the man she loved. “Come back to me, Xarrix. Please.” She leaned her head on the cold glass tank. I’m so sorry I ever wanted you to die. Please don’t leave me alone. I need you. Slow time and fast tears kept her company until well past midnight. One of the medics came to check on both her and Xarrix. “My Lady, you need to rest. Here.” He rolled a bed near the healing tank. “I’ll wake you in the morning before we move him.” “Thank you.” Adanya lay on the thin mattress facing Xarrix, her hand touching the container. “Please forgive me.” Her breath blurred the cold surface of the glass. Forehead leaned against it, she fought to stay awake. The heaviness from her chest expanded, and Adanya closed her eyes, letting the drift carry her. Low, monotone beeping touched the edges of her consciousness. Xarrix’s image took shape in her mind. He looked content, somewhere between acceptance and happiness. Adanya blinked her eyes open and sat, rubbing the sleepiness from her face. Fine particles of dust scratched her skin. I must look like I just came from battle. “We must begin the process of extracting him from the tank and moving him to a recovery bed. You should go clean up.” The same medic stared at her. “I’m not leaving him.” Adanya shook her head. “It’s a lengthy process, over an hour, and you can’t be here. I’ll let you know when you may come back in.” A genuine kind smile stretched his lips. “You

have enough time for breakfast, too.” “Okay, I’ll be outside.” Looking back, over her shoulder, every couple of steps, Adanya left the room at the same time nurses poured in through the open door. The waiting room welcomed her as empty and she felt. The first signs of a new day glimmered through the tall windows in shades of soft lavender and pinks. Xarrix, please come back. Adanya stared at the door for another few seconds, then walked away, toward her chambers. A part of her expected Xarrix to show up and close his arms around her, hugging her tightly against him. How could I ever wish him dead? More tears blurred her way to the bathroom. His snowy-fresh scent lingered in the air, and Adanya couldn’t help herself from touching the bottles holding his soap and shampoo. Come back. Hot tears mixed on her face with the warm water, washing away the dust and blood. Showered, and in fresh clothes, Adanya returned in the waiting room. This time, her parents brought a tray with food and sat with her. “How are you feeling?” Her mother ran a hand over her ponytail. Scared, empty, terrified. Adanya’s mind answered. “I’m fine. I just want Xarrix to wake up.” She stood and began pacing. “You know, waiting had never been my forte.” “You may come in, My Lady.” The medic held the door open for her. Adanya ran in and stood next to Xarrix’s side. Out of the healing tank, he appeared to be sleeping on the same hospital bed she’d spent the previous night. “Xarrix.” She grabbed his hand with both of hers, lifting it to her cheek. “Please wake up.” “It could be hours, Sis.” Thane spoke from behind her.

“I don’t care, as long as he comes back.” “There’s a chance he won’t.” Her brother’s hand closed on her shoulder. “I think you should be prepared for either possibility.” “He has to. I can’t lose him.” She leaned her head onto Xarrix’s hand. “Not now —not after all we’ve been through.”

Chapter 38

Xarrix A monotone low beep, and Adanya’s distant whispers echoed in his ears. He’d been hearing her call his name again and again, unsure if he had dreamt her voice or if it was real. The aroma of fresh coffee lingered in the air, mixing with the sweet garseria scent. Something wet and warm trickled across the back of his hand, and Xarrix blinked his eyes open to the afternoon’s soft glow. Tears ran from her emerald eyes, rolling onto his hand she now held against her cheek. “Adany.” “You’re awake.” Her pink lips parted, and sparks of joy danced in her eyes. “Why are you crying?” His thumb picked up a hot tear. “You’ve been unconscious for over twenty-four hours.” She leaned in closer, hugging him. “You died twice. I thought I’d lost you.” Her arms tightened around his neck. “I think I’m about to die again.” Xarrix struggled to breathe. “Sorry.” Adanya withdrew her arms, wiping away the last of the tears. “Do you what happened?” Xarrix straightened in the bed and glanced around him. I’m in the medical bay. In a fraction of a second, memories flooded his mind. “Yes.” The events from the throne room came back to him in clear detail. His cousin had stabbed him. “Lorelyn lost her mind.”

“Thane had no other choice but kill her.” Adanya sat on the edge of his bed. “If he hadn’t, I would have. That psycho put a blade through your heart.” “Yeah.” He covered his chest with an open palm. “I that—felt it.” “Your throne and the Armada are also gone.” She lowered her head. A few black locks of hair slipped over her shoulder. Xarrix ran his fingers through the silky waves, unable to resist the urge to touch them. “I know. Do you when I told you, that I always feel lighter, more like myself when away from it?” He paused to see her nod. “When the throne blew up, and the Armada with all the droids disappeared, I felt like a huge weight was lifted.” “You’re not even upset about losing them?” “Not at all.” Xarrix shook his head. “I’m glad they went back to wherever they came from.” “So, you really don’t know anything about those droids and the ships? Who made them?” “No. Seven years ago, I had just returned from an expansion campaign.” Xarrix’s mind recalled the past. “That one night, I woke to bright lights illuminating the sky. The Armada had surrounded Baruul.” “Out of nowhere?” Adanya’s eyes rounded. “Yes. At first, I thought it was an invasion, and I ran to the throne room.” He took her hand into his. “I found my father there, with a few droids. His old seat was gone, and the new one, in its place.” “There has to be an explanation.” “The droids pledged to serve my father and whoever rightfully sat on the throne. We both tried to find something in their storage banks, a maker, or where they came from.” Xarrix shook his head again. “There was nothing, as if they had their data wiped clean.”

“That’s when your father started to terrorize the galaxy.” “Yes. As soon as he sat in that damn throne, something happened, changed him. The more he connected with the droids and the Armada, the more he became unreasonable.” Xarrix kissed Adanya’s hand. “When you took over, did the same happen to you?” Adanya tilted her head to the side. “Yes. Looking back, now, I can see it. It felt more like a curse instead of the gift my father thought.” “Then I’m glad it’s gone.” Adanya bent closer and kissed him again. Xarrix sniffed the air. “Do I smell coffee?” A light chuckle escaped her lips. “Yes. Dad brought me one a few minutes ago.” She reached for the cup. “You want some?” He nodded taking it from her outstretched hand. “Thank you.” Xarrix sipped from the hot, dark liquid and placed the cup on the side table. A loud growl rose from his stomach. “I’m starving.” “I’ll go let everyone know you’re awake and get you some food.” She stood. “Adany.” Xarrix closed his hand around hers. “Thank you for bringing me back.” He drew her close to him. “The whole time, I heard you talking to me. I just couldn’t answer, like I was trapped in a dream.” Her lips touched his. “I was so scared of losing you.” A smile tugged at the corners of his mouth. “You’re not that lucky. My Lady, you’re stuck with me for a long time.” His other hand closed on the back of her head, pulling her into a deep kiss, a seal to his promise.

Chapter 39

Adanya Adanya checked her bracer for the hundredth time that day. She hadn’t seen Xarrix in two weeks. “He really didn’t tell you where he was going?” Her mother walked around one of the large flower arrangements in the garden of their home on Simran. “Only that it was a surprise, one he’d made arrangements for a while back.” Adanya pulled out one of the flowers, repositioning it between the others. “I hope he makes it back in time for Radox and Myrya’s wedding, tomorrow.” “He is coming today, Mom. In about an hour or so.” Adanya’s heart skipped a beat. “Did you finish moving your stuff out from Vonaris?” Her mother seemed absorbed with the position of the flowers. Adanya hugged her. Almost every day for the past two weeks, since her arrival on Simran, they both danced around the subject of her move to Baruul. “Mom, I won’t be that far. It’s only a seven hours flight in hyperspace.” Adanya went over her mental list one more time. It had been almost a month since Xarrix signed the peace treaty. And she finally agreed to live with him, as husband and wife. Her belongings had been shipped to the palace, and a few more packed crates waited, ready to take to her new home in a few days. Excitement tingled under the skin. “I know, sweetheart.” Her mother’s sigh yanked Adanya to reality. “I just never

thought you’d live anywhere else but here, on Simran.” “Who knew I would marry Xarrix? But I did.” Adanya’s mind flew for a brief second to the surprise she had prepared for him, and a smile stretched her lips. “Baruul is my new home.” “I’m so proud of you.” Her mother stepped back from the embrace. “Being an overlord’s wife comes with responsibilities, but I know you’re going to be happy. It’s what I always wanted for you.” A warm smile traveled from the stretched lips to her green eyes. “And I’ll be a grandmother.” Adanya ran a hand over her abdomen. “I still can’t believe I’ll be a mother.” Aunt Charisse walked toward them. Under sunlight, her hair appeared like a silver aura around her head. “I’m sure you’ll be a great one, too.” The preset alarm on her bracer vibrated, and Adanya checked the time again. “I’m out of here.” She kissed her mom’s cheek, then her aunt’s. “We’ll see you tonight, at dinner.” “Twenty credits they’ll be late.” Her mother’s joke followed Adanya through the living room. “I’m in.” Charisse laughter sounded like tiny bells singing in the sky. The door slid open and one of the servants stopped short, avoiding a collision at the last moment. “Miss Adanya, your husband has arrived. He’s waiting in your suite.” “What?” Her heart sped up. “He’s already here?” “Yes.” “Thank you.” Adanya broke into a run. Blood pumped faster, and her feet hit the floor in the same rushed rhythm. A few servants, carrying pillows for the chairs set outside for the wedding, stepped out of her way with wide smiles. Most of them were used to seeing her

run along the corridors since childhood. Only now, she wasn’t racing her brother or her cousin, but rushing to meet her husband. In front of the door to her suite, Adanya stopped, smoothed her hair, calmed her heart, then entered. “Xarrix.” She closed the door behind. “Adany.” He hurried toward her. “I missed you so much.” His tight hug squeezed all the oxygen out of her lungs. Breathing’s overrated. Adanya smiled, face hidden in his chest. “Me too.” She lifted her gaze to his. Arms around his neck, in the late afternoon setting sun, she returned the ionate kiss. His snowy scent and minty taste enveloped her senses. “Xarrix.” She stepped back from his embrace, turning him into the light. “Your scars are gone.” A wide smile parted his lips. “And so is my artificial hand.” He wiggled the fingers of his left hand in front of her. No more hydraulic hisses. “Is this your surprise?” She touched his new hand, their fingers interlacing. “Yes.” His sky-blue irises sparked with joy. “I can’t believe you did this.” Adanya traced her fingertips over the new, smooth skin replacing the scars from before. “But you know I’ve never been bothered by your scars or the artificial hand, right?” “I figured that much.” He captured both her hands into his, kissing the tips of her fingers. “But I’m done with holding onto my past, hiding behind a mask, or pretending I am someone I’m not. This is me, who I was born to be.” Adanya threw herself into his arms. “The mask was kind of sexy.” She stared into his eyes. Happiness soaked into her bones, like trickling water along dried soil. “At least now you can’t call me ugly anymore.” His impish smile never failed to

accelerate her pulse. “I never thought you were. It was just—” “I’m only teasing you.” His kiss stopped her. “It’s fun.” “Laugh it up, mister. Payback’s on its way.” Strong arms lifted her off the ground, and she buried her face in Xarrix’s shoulder. “Where’s the bedroom?” His whispered question sent tingles through her body. Desire exploded under her skin. Adanya pointed to her left.

Chapter 40

Xarrix “Thank you for the advice. It worked.” Xarrix clinked his glass against the one Lord Tebbet held before him. Radox’s and Myrya’s wedding celebration filled the air with music, laughter, and happiness. A wide smile parted the lips of the man he ired. “You managed to make my daughter happy.” Adanya’s father chuckled. “And you’re not even a purple teacup.” “Sorry Dad, I need Xarrix.” Adanya showed up from nowhere. She kissed her father’s cheek, then turned toward him and grabbed his hand. “Of course, baby girl.” Her father tilted his head and turned away. He’s probably going to find his wife, Xarrix mused. “Come with me.” Adanya dragged him toward the courtyard on the level below the garden. “Where are we going?” Xarrix followed her. “Surprise.” She arched an amused brow. “You’re not the only one who can pull one.” Adanya typed in a frequency and stepped through the gateway, pulling him with her. On the other side, lush jungle vegetation offered a welcoming sight. Ancient remains of a stone temple stood the test of time only steps away. “What is this place?” Xarrix checked his surroundings. In the distance, beast’s roars mixed with bird’s songs and warbled in the warm evening air. “You’ll see.” She grabbed her silver dress with one hand and lifted it a couple of

inches off the ground. “C’mon.” The other hand nested into his, she entered the dark opening and crossed the threshold into the ancient construction. After a few steps inside the cramped space, Adanya stopped and lifted her dress higher, revealing a thin leather strap on her thigh, holding two glow sticks. “Anything else you hiding under that dress I should know about?” A spark of desire lit the fire inside him. Xarrix placed a hand on her lower back. Adanya’s laugh, a balm to his soul, broke the silence. She handed him one of the two gadgets. “Maybe. You might find out later if you’re good.” She winked, then shook the stick until it glowed, illuminating their way. Xarrix activated his glow stick. Out of reflex, he reached to his hip, where he usually carried his sword, only to touch the soft fabric of the tunic. “You planned this.” Without his weapon, Xarrix tensed. “Yes, I did. Watch your step.” Adanya started down the eroded stairs. Moss and rich, black soil filled the cracks in the stone walls. The musty air became harder to breath, the deeper they descended. At the bottom of the stairs, she led him along a couple of corridors. “Are you sure you know where you’re going?” He hunched to clear the low ceiling. “Yes. Here.” A vast space opened, filled with the same heavy air, but with at least a twentyfoot-tall vaulted ceiling. Statues, covered in green moss lined the edges of the room. The blue glow threw shadows on the crude walls and the uneven blocks of rock underfoot. “Is this an eternal fire?” Xarrix finally straightened, taking full advantage of the

extra head room, and approached the stone altar in the middle. “Not just any eternal fire. This is the original one.” Adanya placed her glow stick on one end of the altar. “All the flames spread throughout the galaxy came from here.” “This is amazing.” He placed his stick at the opposite end and turned toward her. “Why are we here?” “Because this is my idea of a marriage ceremony.” Adanya took both of his hands into hers. “I’ve always thought that one day, I would vow myself to the man I loved in front of the eternal fire.” “Adany.” He squeezed her hands into his. Heart halted, then hurried in his chest. “This is the sacred marriage ceremony only very few energy s—the most traditionalist ones—still practice. Are you sure?” “I’m sure.” Adanya nodded. “Xarrix, I love you more than life itself.” She stared into his eyes. “Here, in front of the eternal fire, I vow myself to you forever. I’ll be yours for as long as I live.” Xarrix drew her into his arms. “I love you, Adany, more than words can say. I’ll be yours until the end of time.” The kiss in front of the eternal fire filled him with desire and honor. An unbreakable bond, the most simple and intimate ceremony, lifted him into what felt like a new dimension, uniting their souls.

Chapter 41

Adanya Adanya stared out the viewport of the ship. It had just exited hyperspace, and her new home revealed itself in all its beauty. “You know, a few months ago, when I first came to Baruul, I stood here with Thane and Radox. The Armada floated like a dark cloud around your world.” “I’m glad it’s gone. But I’m sorry we can’t use it to rebuild the worlds my father destroyed.” Xarrix’s voice rumbled from behind her, mixing with the cadence of his approaching steps. “Yeah, we could’ve used it.” She glanced toward him, over a shoulder. The undone tunic left his chest and abdomen exposed. Adanya swallowed the deep want starting to burn her throat. “But I’m sure we’ll find a way to do it without those damn droids. At least they don’t affect you anymore.” Xarrix wrapped his arms around her. “We’re home.” The kiss on her bare shoulder, the low tone of his voice, and his touch, all sent strikes of desire across her skin. “Home.” Adanya whispered and refocused on the view of Baruul. “Was it your first time here, when you snuck in to my throne room?” Xarrix’s hand covered her abdomen. Warmth spread inside her. “Yes.” “Did you feel that?” He tensed. “Feel what?” “Our son.” Xarrix whispered. “He’s going to be an energy .”

Adanya whirled in his arms, facing him. “How can you tell? Isn’t it too soon?” She placed one hand over his. Xarrix shook his head. “No. Relax and connect to the energies.” Adanya held her breath and closed her eyes. Energy flowed through her with an invigorating buzz, at first. Then it slowed and swirled around a weak presence. My baby. Our baby. She let out a breath and reopened her eyes. “I feel the energy, but how do you know it’s a boy?” A wide smile parted Xarrix’s lips. “I don’t know how to explain it. I just feel it.” Sparks of joy animated his irises. “So, it’s more of a wild guess, wishful thinking?” Adanya tilted her head to the side. “No. He’s more like me than you. It’s definitely a boy.” Conviction echoed in his words. Head resting on his chest, Adanya wrapped her arms around his waist. “I can’t believe all those months back, I wanted nothing more than to kill you. I hated you.” She leaned into him. “And now?” Xarrix tiled her head back. She lifted her gaze to his blue, mesmerizing eyes. “Now, I decided to switch strategies, since I couldn’t defeat you in a fight.” Adanya placed a hand in the middle of his bare chest. “Oh?” An impish smirk curled the corner of his mouth. “First, I’ll torture you.” Her hand slipped over the planes of his chest, to the tensed muscles of his abdomen. “Then, I’ll exhaust you to death.” Adanya stopped her hand above the waistband of his pants. “Please do. Why did you stop?” Xarrix covered her hand with his. “You’re up to a great start.” His head dipped, the minty breath incinerating her lips.

“This is the torture part.” Adanya winked. “A much better plan.” “Yeah.” A hint of laughter escaped her lips. “We’ll see if you feel the same tomorrow morning. Or twenty, thirty years from now.” “I will, even in a hundred years.” Xarrix kissed her. “So, when does the exhausting start? “Later.” Adanya allowed happiness to fill her heart. “I’m not done torturing you yet.” THE END

A FAMILY LEGACY BOOK 4

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Some dreams reflect reality, others, our deepest fears. Fate, miscommunication, and love separates them and reunites them when lives are in danger. On his twenty-third birthday, an undesired meeting with his nemesis, leads Thane to discover the girl with lavender eyes chasing his dreams for the past seventeen years—Layla. She not only brings him more power than he could ever use, but she is the one breathing life into his existence. Layla, kidnapped as a child from her biological parents, is adopted and raised by a family of bounty hunters. Years later, with the deaths of her new family, she is sold and resold into slavery. Images of a man with silver hair and golden eyes follow her in never-ending nightmares. But when reality proves that the man from her dreams is in fact the man of her dreams, fear is quickly replaced by trust and something more. Miscommunication settles between Thane and Layla, forcing their paths to split once again. How much will both be willing to sacrifice to save each other when old enemies wield the threat of death back into their lives? Nothing or Everything? **This is a sweet, closed door romance for ages 14+.

Chapter 1

Thane Thane stepped through the portal into the stronghold belonging to his nemesis, Lady Pherelle Dunt. Anger guided each of his steps toward the white painted house hugged by green, climbing vines. Multicolored flowers arranged in long strips, animated the dark brown dirt. After the first couple of steps, he stopped. A wave of energy took his breath away and made everything spin around him. What in the stars? Particles of energy gathered and exploded inside him. Thane massaged his temple with a gloved hand, searching for the source of the unexpected well of power. It couldn’t have been from Pherelle’s presence, he knew her too well—more than he cared to. Slaves ran about focused on their jobs, wearing nothing more than rags for clothes, and Thane let invisible tendrils taste the surrounding air. None of the sad, resigned faces were responsible for the sudden surge—only for his increased fury. Slavery, a common practice in his world and others, disgusted him. Thane hated the idea of oppression ever since he was a kid, since Layla. The closer he advanced toward the house, the power in the energy scaled. A loud buzzing filled his ears, and Thane stopped again.

I have to pull myself together. With a deep breath, he let the energy flow through him. It empowered him beyond anything he’d ever experienced before. One year has ed without them, he thought—his parents, murdered at the hands of a man. Thane and the rest of the family had faced the painful loss together. Now, a little over fourteen-months since their deaths, he has returned to his home, on Simran, for a short vacation. It was after all his birthday, and what better place to celebrate than the home he and his sister, Adanya, had been born in. But as always, something or someone managed to ruin the little joy breaking through the sea of sorrow. A slave welcomed him with the wave of a hand. “This way, My Lord.” An older woman, with creases marking her face, bowed and gestured toward a set of double doors. Pherelle’s presence grew, and the wave of energy lessened. It must’ve been something outside. In here is not so bad. A few more steps, and Thane stormed through the doors the scared slave opened before him. A bad feeling twisted in his gut. Silver sparks lingered on his fingertips from the energy overload. The excessive decorated interior sent chills along his spine. Too many tassels, ruffles, and gold accents made the room stiff and stuffy, like an antique museum. Tasteless. Thane shrugged and focused on the woman before him. “Pherelle. Whatever game you’re playing, it’s not working.” He threw the long box containing the gift she’d sent him on the floor, on top of the ornate rug. The lid opened, and the ceremonial dagger rolled out of its black

velvet cushion. The tall, willowy brunette faced him but seemed to look through him as if he were invisible. She’d traded the Academy uniform for a provocative dress. Tight to her body, with a neckline plunging almost to her waist. High slits let long, muscular legs peek through. He had announced his visit the moment he spoke and opened the box, yet her eyes rounded with pretend surprise. “Oh, Lord Thane Tebbet-Theus.” She bowed her head slightly. “You are here, aren’t you?” A grin parted her red lips. She still wears so much makeup it looks like a damn mask. Seeing her for the first time in five years, brought back memories he wanted gone. The day of his test for advanced lordship rank into the Academy of Dark Arts flashed in his mind. “Only to return your gift.” Thane shook away the past and focused on the present. The manipulative, sneaky woman had never done anything without a motive. Pherelle’s gaze lowered to the precious gems encrusted in the hilt of the ceremonial dagger. “It’s your birthday. I thought you would like the gift.” She lifted her head, staring at him. “I don’t want anything from you.” Thane straightened. “That hurts my feelings.” Another smile parted her lips without reaching her cold, dark eyes. “Good. You almost got me killed in those catacombs.” Thane crossed his arms over a puffed-out chest. In his mind, more images merged from the darkest corners.

At only eighteen back then, Thane was used to the extra attention from the girls his age. But when Pherelle, an assistant for the head of the academy, fifteenyears-older than him, lured him off track during the test, he considered it a personal conquest. I was young and stupid. Cold shivers coursed his body, the same way they did five years ago. Distracted and unexperienced, the dark seductress tied him to one of the columns in the underground temple. Beasts sniffed him, closing in as soon as she walked away laughing. “Yet, you came out stronger and more powerful than anyone I know.” Pherelle closed a hand on his arm. The touch yanked him back to reality. “No thanks to you.” Thane uncrossed his arms freeing himself from her hold. “You sure know how to keep a grudge.” Her voice sweetened, as if dipped in honey. “I hoped we could at least be friends in these hard times.” She walked toward the low table, swaying her hips with exaggerated moves. “Right.” Revolt drove his tone upwards. “Because that’s what normal people do, become best friends with the crazies who tried to kill them.” More sparkles tingled his fingertips. Thane wished he could strike the woman before him. But he was better than that and knew not to give into revenge and fury. Instead, he took a deep breath. “Look, I’m willing to put the past behind us.” Pherelle offered him a cup of tea. “Your report after finishing the test cost me my job.” Thane refused the tea. “Aren’t you nice to do so?” His fists clenched at his sides. “Your job versus my life is hardly an equitable exchange.” Pherelle waved a dismissive hand. “This tea is cold. Sava.” She called and turned to the door which opened almost immediately. “How many times do I need to tell you that particular tea is supposed to be hot?”

“Please forgive me, My Lady.” The slave hurried to pick up the tray. “I’ll bring you a fresh one.” The fear rising from her only added to his dislike for the mistress. Black sparks left from Pherelle’s fingertips and struck the slave carrying away the cold beverage. A yelp left the older woman’s lips, screeching, as if asking for help. “There is no need for your cruelty.” Thane hated to see slaves treated unfairly. Even if his father had bought slaves at regular intervals of time, his mother freed them, hiring the ones who wanted to stay as servants. “Lazy, good for nothing slaves deserve a little nudge.” She ired her long, black fingernails. “Not to mention the ones who try to defy me.” Thane shook his head in disbelief. “You’re a sorry excuse for a human.” Her ruthless reputation wasn’t a secret, and neither was her unquenchable thirst for power. “I hope to never see you again.” He turned toward the door. “I have a proposition for you.” Pherelle’s words reached him before taking a step. “Not interested.” Thane sensed a dark energy swirling around him and faced her again. Black vines of smoke traveled from Pherelle, coiling around his feet, rising in a tangled web, and rooting him in place. “ me.” She advanced a couple of steps. “Together, we can bring back the power and glory our people once held over this galaxy. Help me take down Overlord Xarrix Kreider, and I’ll put the galaxy at your feet.” Her vines tightened around him. “I don’t like things at my feet. I tend to kick them.” Focusing, Thane released some of the stored energy from within, breaking the dark hold. Black vapors dissolved into the silver light radiating from him.

“You really are more powerful than I thought.” Genuine surprise covered Pherelle’s makeup-painted face. “Don’t let this opportunity you.” “I will never you in anything.” Thane shook his head. “As for the Overlord, he will pay one day for my parents’ deaths, but I won’t start a war.” The day he watched the news broadcasted throughout the galaxy with the rest of his family, was still vivid in his mind. Seeing his parents lose the fight, their dead, motionless bodies in the throne room, still hurt deep inside a year later. His twin sister, Adanya, hadn’t even cried. She’d called dibs on killing Overlord Xarrix Kreider and had thrown herself into training ever since. “We don’t need to start a war. The two of us can take him down.” Pherelle sent more of her black vapors toward him. One hand extended in front of him, Thane let silver threads counter the dark ones, closing around the woman he detested, and levitate her in midair. “I said no. My family will deal with him.” Anger spiked inside him. “Stay out of my way.” Even if captured in his immobilizing bubble, Pherelle displayed a predatory smile. She resembled one of the beasts that almost tore him to pieces years ago. If he wasn’t a healer, he’d never have survived the ordeal. “You might refuse me, but I bet someone else in your family will see the advantage.” Thane lost all self-control. Fury and desire for retribution clouded his mind. With one sharp move of his hand, he threw Pherelle against the nearest wall. Silver tendrils coiled around her, and he closed his hand into a fist. “You stay away from me and my family.” He drew near her, the tendrils coiling around her neck. “Let me go.” Pherelle twitched but failed to free herself. Through the heavy makeup, redness covered her face from a lack of oxygen.

“If you ever one of us, you’ll die.” His jaws clenched. “If you ever do anything against my family, you’ll die.” He tightened his hold on her, taking pleasure in seeing her suffering. “If you ever so much as breathe in my direction —or my family’s—you’ll die. Are we clear?” Pherelle’s fear and defeat tasted bitter-sweet on his tongue. Unable to speak, she nodded, with widened eyes. “Good.” Thane fought the temptation to kill her and be done with the danger she’d become. Rationality won, and he walked away, toward the doors. “The day I see you again will be your last.” Releasing Pherelle from his hold, Thane stormed out of the room. If the experience from five years ago taught him anything, it was to keep calm and in control of any situation. It was the only reason she was still alive. The slave rushed with the fresh tea on the tray, and Thane stopped the last moment, avoiding the collision. “I’m so sorry, My Lord.” Scared, the woman bowed. “It’s okay. If I were you, I wouldn’t go in there.” He pointed over a shoulder toward the closed doors. “Thank you, My Lord, but I have no choice.” Head lowered, she continued her way. The wave of energy he’d felt earlier, escalated again, as soon as he stepped out of the house, like an invisible wall, knocking the air out of his lungs. What in the stars is going on? I need to get out of here. Thane dialed his home frequency and opened a portal, stepping into it.

Chapter 2

Layla Layla shifted on the hard ground inside the cage. Pebbles dug into her flesh, taking the discomfort to a new level. I wish they would’ve killed me with my parents and brother. Why do I have to endure this? Out of tears, she exhaled a tired breath. Another day without food drained her survival instincts. One of the other slaves brought her water, despite the new mistress’ orders. The older woman, she didn’t know her name, risked her life to keep her breathing. Commotion outside the dark cage reached her ears, and Layla lifted her head to look through one of the tiny holes in the metal enclosure. Two guards and her new mistress approached. The woman who bought her a couple of days ago seemed furious, her purposeful steps raising clouds of dust from the dried dirt around the edges of her long dress. “Take her out.” A key unlocked the door, and Layla squinted against the sudden light hurting her eyes. Out of instinct, she retreated to the back of the cage. The day before, when they took her out, mistress Pherelle used dark energy to punish her. The burns on her body still stung. Throughout the last two to three years, she had a few too many masters who were Dark Knights, the scariest people. They all enjoyed torturing slaves like her.

Strong hands tightened around her skinny arms, yanking her from the dark cage, then throwing her to the mistress’ feet. “Are you going to talk today?” Long fingers ending in black fingernails gripped her chin, forcing Layla to look up. Dark eyes, filled with hate and anger stared at her. Layla refused to talk since the day her family was killed in front of her. She hadn’t said a word in almost three years. “What’s your name, slave?” Mistress Pherelle tightened her hold on her. The dagger-like fingernails prodded her skin. Pain had become the norm for Layla. She’d die before she’d talk. “My Lady.” The old woman who had showed her kindness dared to speak. “Maybe she’s mute? She hasn’t spoken a word to us either.” Mistress Pherelle hit the woman with the back of her hand. One of the oversized rings glimmering on her fingers, split the lip of the slave trying to reason. “I didn’t ask for your opinion.” She shot a dark glare toward the older woman wiping blood off her mouth, then the mistress refocused on her. With a push, she released Layla. Straightening her back, she pressed a button on the small controller in her hand. Waves of painful shocks traveled from the slave collar around Layla’s neck. She didn’t even try to control the spasms and allowed herself to collapse on the ground. “Five lashes.” Mistress Pherelle ordered to the waiting guards. The two men hesitated for a moment, glanced at each other, then dragged her to the post. Another slave had gotten lashed the previous day, and Layla had heard his screams.

She might as well kill me. I won’t make a sound. One of the guards tied her hands and looped the rope through a ring mounted at the top of the post. Layla drew in a deep breath, waiting for the excruciating pain to begin. Another one of her old masters had lashed her before, almost a year ago. She didn’t scream or cry then. She won’t do it now either. “C’mon, I don’t have the whole day.” Mistress Pherelle’s voice filled the stale, late afternoon air. “It’s almost dinner time.” The whistle of the whip cutting through the air reached Layla’s ears. Hot flashes of pain tore into her back, taking her breath away. She bit her lip, but a small yelp still escaped. Don’t think about it. Don’t think about it. Don’t think about it. A second lash burned the flesh on her back. Layla took another breath and shut her eyes. The third hit stung, but her will was stronger than the pain. With the fourth hit, she lost her footing, hanging by the tied arms. One more and it’s over, Layla steeled her mind. Her mother always taught her that one’s mind can conquer anything. The last lash hit her like fire was thrown on her back. Agonizing pain took her breath away for the second time. “This is what you get for defying me.” The cruel mistress approached her. Maybe she’ll leave me alone if I play unconscious. Eyes closed, Layla didn’t move, or react to the hand closing in on her hair, then yanking her head back. “This is an example for all of you. If I ask you a question, you answer.” She released her hair, and Layla let her head fall forward. “Put her in the cage.” Mistress Pherelle’s voice echoed in her ears as if coming from a distance. “No

food, no water, and no medical care. If I catch any of you going near her, I’ll kill you.” Strong arms carried Layla to the cage she called home. She kept her eyes closed, hoping she’d die soon and be done with all the suffering. Tossed to the hard ground, she tumbled. The door locked with same metallic sound. Her back burned with unbearable pain, and Layla curled on her side. A swirl of semi consciousness overtook her, and she surrendered. Time disappeared and sounds melted away. Whispers touched the edges of her mind, and Layla blinked her eyes open. There were no more arrows of light coming through the holes in the cage’s walls. Night time. I hope I won’t see tomorrow. Tired and riddled with pain, thirst, and hunger, she closed her eyes. “Are we ready for tomorrow?” A man’s voice drew near. “Yes, I got the sleeping powder today. I’ll put it in her dinner.” Layla recognized the voice of the woman who spoke up for her and got herself a split lip, the same one who’d been bringing her water. “Are you sure she won’t notice it?” The man’s whisper revealed fear. “I’m positive. It’s why it took this long to obtain. It doesn’t change the taste of the food,” the woman replied. “I’ll also slip some in the guards’ drinks.” “Perfect. At your signal, I’ll close the shutters, then the others will start the fire.” They are planning to escape. Where will they go? Layla reopened her eyes. “Hey, new girl.” The door of the cage opened. “I’ve brought you some water and a little bread.” The kind woman knelt in the opening. “My name is Sava, by the way.” Layla crawled closer and nodded. The cold water touched her lips and slid down her throat, refreshing. With a trembling hand, she took the quarter loaf of bread.

“Stay alive. Tomorrow night, we’re all going to be free,” the woman whispered. “Hurry up.” The man behind her crouched in the darkness. “I have to return the key before anyone notices it’s missing.” Layla emptied the last drop of water from the metal cup, then returned it. She closed a hand on Sava’s arm and smiled, nodding for a second time. “You’re welcome. Here”—she dug in one of the pockets of her long skirt—“I managed to get this, too.” In the outstretched hand, a wrapped candy sparkled in the moonlight. She hadn’t had sugar since the terrible day when her life took the worst possible turn. Her high school graduation turned from a happy moment to a nightmare in seconds. She’d had cake at the after party, then went with her family to the ship. A shiver shook her body. “Keep it for when you need some energy.” Sava dropped the candy in her hand, then stood. “I’ll try to bring you more water tomorrow morning, before everyone else wakes.” The door closed, then locked. I’ll never be able to repay her kindness. I hope she’ll make it out of here tomorrow. Layla took another bite from the bread, chewing it slowly, to make it last longer. With only two rags for clothes, one wrapped around her chest, and the other around her bony hips, she kept the candy tight in her hand, determined to save it for the following day. If I make it, I’ll need the energy to run. If their escape plan works.

About the Author

Born and raised in Bucharest, Romania, Iuliana Foos currently lives with her husband in San Antonio, Texas. When she doesn't daydream or write, she enjoys drinking copious amounts of coffee and playing online multi-player games, hoping one day to have a white sanded beach as her backyard. Becoming a traditionally published author has been a life-long dream turned reality.

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