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  “It’s not the same thing. You’re too precious.”

  “Bullshit. And it’s exactly the same thing. And I’m done with this convo.”

  “Sienna,” Legian warned.

  She turned away from him to come face to face with Nalea, who blocked the doorway.

  “Was Roden one of the Draeken you saw?” she asked, her eyes piercing.

  “No,” Sienna replied.

  A look of disappointment flashed over Nalea’s face before giving a sigh of relief. “We’ll get him next time.” Then she nodded down the hall. “How many?”

  Sienna held up a couple fingers. “At least two. Three, I think.”

  “Don’t worry. I’ve got it.” Nalea turned and nodded to someone behind her. Then several Rangers stepped past them and followed her.

  Sienna glared at Nalea’s back, but the Sephian was already sprinting down the hallway. The group disappeared around a corner. When shots sounded, she moved forward, only to be held back by Legian.

  “They’ve got it covered.”

  Sienna’s fists clenched, but she didn’t move. She knew he was right. After all, she didn’t need reminding that she was the least trained of anyone here. She turned her attention back to the Draeken she’d drop-kicked, who was being shackled and injected with something courtesy of the Americans. It took a second before his struggles ceased, and he was out cold.

  The two soldiers at the downed Draeken made way for Major Sommers. He knelt by the Draeken.

  “Glad you guys could make the party. Even if you were fashionably late,” she offered with a touch of sarcasm.

  Tucking the gun back into her skirt, Sienna brushed hair from her plaster dust-coated face and looked around. The place looked like Armageddon and smelled like the devil drank himself into a stupor. “One hell of a happy hour at this place.”

  She turned to Legian. “We better get out of here before the cops show. It’ll be hard to explain all this.”

  “There won’t be any police,” Major Sommers replied. “I’ve got that covered. But, it’ll be harder to reign in the press once they get word of something going down. And by now, they would have received some tips. We don’t need pictures of aliens circulating the papers.”

  Sienna shrugged. “Aliens are a daily occurrence in the tabloids.”

  “Yeah, but real pictures would be harder to explain,” Jax cut in.

  “Bag ‘em,” the major called out, and she jerked around to see Nalea walk toward them, the men behind her dragging three more Draeken behind them.

  “No blood?” she asked.

  “Tranq guns,” Jax replied. “Cleaner and safer.”

  “And smarter. Now you have prisoners,” she chimed in. Then she snapped her fingers. “That’s why you weren’t aiming your machine guns at them. You wanted them alive.”

  Sommers gave her a half grin that disappeared as quickly as it had appeared. “Let’s get out of here.” He turned and started walking away.

  “We need a cleanup crew,” she said.

  “Got it covered,” the major replied without turning around.

  Sienna fell into place behind him as he stepped over broken bottles and pieces of wall. Her jaw dropped. She looked around the battlefield. Miraculously, only one Sephian had been shot, and he was being bandaged by a curious human medic. With all that shooting, she’d expected to see a whole lot more blood. Not a single casualty in the whole mess. It was like an old A-Team episode. A thousand shots fired without any blood.

  She limped behind Jax as he and the major stepped through a giant hole in the wall where the door had been minutes earlier. Steel shards jabbed out, snagging her skirt. Without pausing his stride, Legian bent down, tore the skirt and helped her through the wall.

  “Thanks.”

  He didn’t reply, the chip on his shoulder obviously blocking his hearing. Legian’s arm reached out and held out the smoldering velvet curtain, and she ducked around it.

  “Thanks again.”

  This time she got a grunt in acknowledgement and considered it progress.

  She looked around the vacant club. “Holy crap, Karl. How’d you pull this off?”

  The major tensed at the use of his first name. “Called in a tip of a drug bust. Cleared out the place in minutes.”

  “Not bad, not bad.” She nodded at his ingenuity. “You just moved up a notch in my book.”

  Sommers continued walking through the bar. Hobbling faster, she reached out and grabbed his arm. Legian was right behind her, serving as her cane.

  He stopped, glanced down and then up at her. She let go, realizing that high ranking military officers probably weren’t used to getting pawed at very often. “One more thing. I hope tonight might clear up things. After seeing what the Draeken are doing at this bar, I think it’s pretty clear the Sephians are on our side.”

  He crossed his arms over his chest. “And exactly whose side is that?”

  “Ours. The human side, of course,” she replied motioning to him, Jax, and herself.

  “She’s right, sir,” Jax added. “I still believe allying with the Sephians is in our best interest.”

  “That’s not your decision to make, soldier. And you’re already on thin ice.”

  Jax stood a little straighter. “Understood, sir.”

  “Major,” Legian broke in. “I would also like to offer my support. If you need me for information, consider me at your disposal.”

  “The Sephians need the alliance as much as we do,” Sienna added. “The Sephians’ knowledge of the Draeken is invaluable. Also, they have pretty advanced technology, of which I know they would be happy to share a sample.”

  At that, Legian jerked his eyes to hers. He lifted an eyebrow.

  “Quid pro quo,” she replied to his unasked question then faced the major. “Tit for tat.”

  “My tahren speaks the truth. The safety of your world is in our best interest,” Legian said directly to Sommers.

  Sienna knew they needed an enticement. Something that couldn’t be used against the Sephians but yet would be enough to get conversations started again. Then it hit her, and she held up a finger. “The Sephians have developed a vaccine that has eliminated the common cold. It works. Doc could share the vaccine with your doctors.”

  The major rubbed his clean-shaven chin while he pondered her idea. “That sounds very intriguing. Of course, tests would need ran to determine its viability and long-term effects,” he replied, clearly becoming more engaged.

  “Both Jax and I have been vaccinated. No side effects. And best of all, no colds. You can run our blood work.” She held out an open hand. “So do we have a deal, Karl? Major? We share the vaccine in return for another shot to talk? Just asking for a shot, that’s all.”

  Sommers looked from Legian to Jax and back to her. He narrowed his eyes briefly before accepting her outreached hand with a smile. “It’s a start. I think it may be a very good start.”

  Chapter Twenty-One

  Sienna stopped outside the door, staring at it, almost wishing for the cane hanging on her wall so she’d have something to lean on to steady herself. The new brace worked wonders, but her leg would never be like it had been. Even after Doc refitted the brace after Mayhem — talk about a name that was so apropos — her best speed was no better than a half fast jog. She felt — and looked — pitiful in the training room.

  She stepped back so she could face Legian. “Let’s do this.” Turning around before he could reply, she punched in the code to open the door. She pushed the drades up her nose, and they stepped inside the darkened room.

  Voices drifted from Apolo’s lounge. Legian and she glanced at each other. They showed up early for the trinity meeting, hoping to squeeze in a few minutes alone with Apolo to give a full debrief on what went down with the major. She grimaced. Another great plan bit the dust. Sucking in a deep breath, she entered the lounge with Legian at her back.

  Apolo stood alone, leaning with his hands propped against the table. He was talking to a beautiful Sep
hian woman on the screen. Upon Sienna and Legian’s entry, he jerked around. The feral look in his eyes nearly knocked her back.

  “Sorry for the disruption. We’ll wait outside.” She snapped around to walk away, rubbing her palms together even though the temperature in the room was almost balmy.

  “Bah. Come in.” He waved them in and returned his attention to the screen.

  Even Legian looked timid as he stepped gingerly inside the room. Sienna could make out little of the conversation because it was in Sephian, and she could tell that Legian was trying to not listen while he casually inspected everything in the room except the screen. Whatever they were discussing was obviously private, and she felt a deep longing in the words.

  Krysea.

  Apolo’s tahren. The emotional bond between the two was obvious. Sienna could feel it in their words. Every day must have been a torturous hell for them. Whenever she was apart from Legian for more than a few hours, she began to notice the loss in connection. She couldn’t imagine being separated from her tahren for months, let alone potentially years. That kind of dedication to their people went far beyond anything she could imagine. Could she give up Legian to save the human race? Honestly? She really didn’t know.

  Sienna couldn’t help but stare at the screen. Krysea was gorgeous. She’d expected a battle worn, scarred woman. The great Sephian leader couldn’t be this beautiful. On the screen, her soullare was a mirror image of Apolo’s. Where his mark climbed around his left eye, hers encircled her right. But it went beyond the soullare. There was something in the way they moved. It was like they were born for each other.

  Legian bumped her, nearly knocking her drades off. She scowled at him, and his eyes looked forward. She followed his eyes and found Apolo watching her.

  “Krysea wishes to speak to you.” Apolo spoke with no hint of emotion.

  Sienna gulped as she and Legian stepped closer to the screen and faced the leader of the entire Sephian race.

  Legian spoke first by bowing his head and greeting the leader in Sephian. Sienna followed. Since her Sephian sucked, she then remained silent.

  “I have begun to learn your language but have much to learn. My tahren will translate,” Krysea said in drawn out, stilted English. Then she continued in flowing, beautiful Sephian.

  Apolo translated for his tahren. “Krysea blesses your bond and prays for a blissful future.”

  “Thank you.” Then Legian said pretty much the same thing in Sephian directly to Krysea.

  Krysea nodded with a warm smile before continuing.

  “She has been apprised of your actions and approves my choice,” Apolo added, his voice and manner all-business.

  Sienna glanced over at him. “Choice?”

  Apolo narrowed his eyes onto her. “Regarding you.”

  Legian reached for her hand. She held onto him as if he was a buoy, and they were stranded in the ocean — surrounded by hungry golden sharks.

  Apolo said something, but she missed it completely, and she jerked her attention back to the screen. Krysea was still speaking. The leader smiled, and the screen when black.

  No wonder the Sephians followed her. There was something about her that made Sienna want to fall to her knees and worship her. Krysea commanded one hell of a presence. A regular ball-buster in stilettos.

  Apolo stared at the blank screen. The tightness in his body betrayed his emotionless face.

  “How do you do it? Stay apart from Krysea, I mean,” Sienna asked softly in his direction.

  He jerked out of his trance and looked up to face her. “I do it because I must.”

  “Can’t you take a vacation? Go back and see her?”

  Apolo lowered his head and remained quiet for several seconds before punching the table. Hard. So hard the plastic-like material ended up with a perfect knuckle-sized indentation before slowly regaining its original smoothness.

  Legian wrapped a protective arm around her, and she curved into his embrace.

  Apolo let out a deep breath. To her, it sounded like hopelessness. He looked up, and she could have sworn his eyes were damp.

  “It took us several months to fly here at full power. We nearly used up our long-range power cells traveling here. That was intentional. The cells are rechargeable, and initial planetary analysis showed that your moon generated energy similar to our moons, which can recharge our power cells. Unfortunately, when we arrived, we learned that was not the case. Your moon does not generate compatible energy. Even if we tried to return on our lowest power settings, we’d never make it. We are running our base off our short-range power cells now, but they won’t last a year. At that point we will be essentially crippled.”

  Sienna gulped. “There’s got to be another energy source you can use. Can’t you use the fuel that the small ships use? We have plenty of fossil fuels on this planet.”

  “We can’t produce enough in the quantities needed to power the base.”

  “How about the sun?”

  Apolo shook his head. “It’s too aggressive a form of energy. It would melt our power cells. We are looking for other options throughout this and nearby solar systems but haven’t found anything viable. The only good news is that the Draeken run off the same energy source and likely discovered the same problem when they came here.”

  Sienna brought a hand over her mouth. “You don’t mean … you’re stranded here?”

  Apolo said nothing. Just continued to stare at the blank screen.

  “Earth is our home now.” Legian spoke quietly, his voice barely a whisper.

  “Can’t Krysea send more ships with large power cells?”

  Legian shook his head. “The cells are too large to transport. They can’t send enough to bring us all back, and any ship sent here would be stranded as well.”

  “But Krysea and Apolo — ”

  “Do what we must to ensure our people survive,” Apolo cut in.

  “I’m so sorry.” Sienna’s voice cracked as her heart broke for him. Apolo and she may not have seen eye to eye all the time, but no tahren should be separated. To be separated like that was an unending torture. A death sentence.

  Apolo cracked his neck and walked around the table. “Take a seat until the rest of the trinity and Jax arrive.”

  She glanced up at Legian, who nodded to her.

  Legian held her against his warm chest. “Apolo, we would like to debrief you about what happened at Mayhem.”

  Apolo’s glare stopped Sienna from speaking. She had never seen him like that before, like he was on the precipice, ready to fall into an unstoppable rage.

  “Excellent progress with the humans. But the debrief can wait until they arrive,” he finally replied before starting to pace.

  Sienna broke contact from Legian and went for the nearest chair. Legian sat down next to her, and together they endured the ominous silence in the room. It took five interminable minutes before the others began to arrive, and during that time she watched the racecar in red transition back into the leader she’d come to respect.

  First to the room was Bente, who gave her a “you’re so screwed” smirk. In her best interest, she decided to not flip him the bird. This time.

  Right behind him came Jax.

  And finally Nalea entered, arriving a few minutes late. Ever since the base attack, she seemed distracted, unfocused. Something was up, but her best friend’s style was to keep things bottled up, festering until they exploded like a Molotov cocktail. Sienna made a mental note to schedule some quality girl time with her. Legian had told her once about the last time Nalea had lost it. It wasn’t pretty. Evidently, people died when Nalea blew.

  Sienna didn’t know exactly what happened last time. Legian said it had something to do with Nalea’s family. Nalea never spoke of her family. In fact, no one knew anything about her childhood. That was, until a guy showed up who swore he’d worked under the same Draeken house as Nalea, and that he knew her secret. No one had thought anything of it until the next day when Nalea and the guy went missin
g along with a ship. She showed back up a week later. Alone, nearly starved, and without a ship. She had claimed they went on a recon flight, and they were shot down. But no one knew the truth. Other than the fact that no recon flight had been scheduled. Legian suspected it was intentional that she came back alone, but he would never dare confront her on it.

  Nalea nodded to Sienna on her way around the table to her chair.

  Apolo started before everyone sat down. “The Mayhem mission dealt a small blow to the Draeken. More important is the progress Sienna, Legian, and Jax made with the humans.”

  Someone kicked her under the table. She grabbed her shin and looked up to see Nalea mouth the words “good job.”

  Apolo continued. “From what I’ve heard, we can thank Jax for the human assistance at the club. Without them, we very likely would have suffered losses. As it stands, we were very fortunate to incur no casualties, with only one of us met with minor wounds.”

  An eruption of applause and shoulder slapping took over the room.

  “Also, I learned that it was Legian’s tahren, Sienna, who brokered an arrangement with Major Sommers.” Apolo spoke directly to her. “While this is good, it is not yet a formal alliance. But it did re-open the door for discussions. A door I was afraid had been closed.

  “I have spoken with General Jerrick and have arranged for an official alliance meeting that will include the general, political leaders, and, he assured me, leaders of Great Britain as well. The meeting should be at a location that has connections to both our people. Therefore, I have chosen Sienna’s cabin.”

  Sienna jerked upright. “My cabin? Are you sure?”

  Apolo smiled. He had that look again. The one he always had before he dropped a bomb.

  “Oh, what?” she asked, the word barely a whisper.

  “Since you became Legian’s tahren, you have been thrown through a quantum hole. Most would have been broken. Many would not have survived. Yet, your performance at both defending the base during the attack and on the Mayhem mission has earned the respect of the Sephians based here on this planet, of me, and most importantly, of my tahren, Krysea. You and I often have different views, and it is those differences that I have come to value the most. Earth is our new home. It is time we acclimate to our new world and hopefully, new people.”