mildly seductive to serious in an instant. “Do you need me to do anything?”
Wren laughed. “She is fine; I can just feel her unravelling around the edges.”
Wren was still smiling when she brought Beryl a tray with the snack bars and a glass of iced tea. She eased Beryl out of her focused state and inserted the bar into her hand.
Beryl ate mechanically, and Wren kept it up until her charge had been given her supplements and the base was safe from prenatal hormones once again. As Wren removed the tray and left Beryl to her work, she grinned. She needed a cape and a heroic breeze. Nothing made her feel more like a superhero than saving four men from the wrath of one little woman who could snap them in two.
Chapter Eight
Seated with the Guardians at the concert in Yorkit prefecture, she tried to keep her expression calm.
She was seated between Loesh and Drovin.
Loesh asked, “Is that your favourite jewellery?”
Wren touched the stone at the neckline of her crimson gown. “It is and it isn’t. It is the soul stone of my former employer. I promised her that I would wear her for two years so she could see a bit of an alien world before she heads to the Citadel to become a teaching tool.”
Drovin blinked. “She was there last night?”
Wren laughed. “Knowing Emily, she was probably taking notes. I used to read to her, and she preferred romances where the heroes were handsome aliens there to sweep her away. There was a huge surge in that particular book genre after the Alliance showed up at our doorstep.”
Loesh blinked and got a predatory gleam in his eyes. “You mean there is an entire world where women dream of me?”
Rand leaned over. “Right, Loesh, they are called nightmares.”
Wren laughed and held Drovin’s hand as the lights came down and the music began with the projection of swirling lights in the evening sky.
The music was amazing and the concert was at the halfway point when the alarm sounded and the Guardians had to leave the concert.
Beryl and Wren moved close together and whispered.
Wren said, “I will take us home.”
“No, I want to see the rest of the concert. We can leave when it is over.”
“Are you sure?”
“If we don’t let them get at us now, they are going to pick a moment when we are not prepared. Best to get it over with and explain that we are not targets.” Beryl was serene in her assertions.
“You are the analyst.” The intermission concluded and the music began to soar around them again.
It didn’t completely wipe out Wren’s tension, but it did take the edge off. When she and Beryl were left to thank the head of the prefecture for the concert, they did so graciously before leaving at the tail end of the crowd.
The skimmer was two long blocks away, and Wren was on alert while trying to appear casual.
Beryl was shifting into battle mode. She really wanted a fight.
There was no one between them and the parking area, and Wren felt the approach as armoured attackers appeared in doorways and shadowed alleys.
A man in a mech suit stepped between them and their goal. “Remain calm and you will come to no harm.”
Wren felt Beryl cycling up, her pink hair was close to glowing and there was a grin on her face.
Wren spoke, “Sir, take your friends and leave before you are injured.”
The emotions of the men around them spiked with amusement.
Wren flexed her hands and angled her shoulder to meet Beryl’s for a moment.
“Don’t say I didn’t warn you.”
The man in the mech gave the signal, and the shadows moved with hostiles.
Wren waited until they were three feet away before she sent a wave of energy up from the ground that sent the men tumbling up and back over the nearby buildings in a wave.
Beryl went for the man in the mech and tore the suit to pieces around him, leaving the would-be kidnapper in the tangle of wires and shattered servos.
Wren reached into her cleavage and flicked the com button. “They are down and kind of all
Wren laughed. “She is fine; I can just feel her unravelling around the edges.”
Wren was still smiling when she brought Beryl a tray with the snack bars and a glass of iced tea. She eased Beryl out of her focused state and inserted the bar into her hand.
Beryl ate mechanically, and Wren kept it up until her charge had been given her supplements and the base was safe from prenatal hormones once again. As Wren removed the tray and left Beryl to her work, she grinned. She needed a cape and a heroic breeze. Nothing made her feel more like a superhero than saving four men from the wrath of one little woman who could snap them in two.
Chapter Eight
Seated with the Guardians at the concert in Yorkit prefecture, she tried to keep her expression calm.
She was seated between Loesh and Drovin.
Loesh asked, “Is that your favourite jewellery?”
Wren touched the stone at the neckline of her crimson gown. “It is and it isn’t. It is the soul stone of my former employer. I promised her that I would wear her for two years so she could see a bit of an alien world before she heads to the Citadel to become a teaching tool.”
Drovin blinked. “She was there last night?”
Wren laughed. “Knowing Emily, she was probably taking notes. I used to read to her, and she preferred romances where the heroes were handsome aliens there to sweep her away. There was a huge surge in that particular book genre after the Alliance showed up at our doorstep.”
Loesh blinked and got a predatory gleam in his eyes. “You mean there is an entire world where women dream of me?”
Rand leaned over. “Right, Loesh, they are called nightmares.”
Wren laughed and held Drovin’s hand as the lights came down and the music began with the projection of swirling lights in the evening sky.
The music was amazing and the concert was at the halfway point when the alarm sounded and the Guardians had to leave the concert.
Beryl and Wren moved close together and whispered.
Wren said, “I will take us home.”
“No, I want to see the rest of the concert. We can leave when it is over.”
“Are you sure?”
“If we don’t let them get at us now, they are going to pick a moment when we are not prepared. Best to get it over with and explain that we are not targets.” Beryl was serene in her assertions.
“You are the analyst.” The intermission concluded and the music began to soar around them again.
It didn’t completely wipe out Wren’s tension, but it did take the edge off. When she and Beryl were left to thank the head of the prefecture for the concert, they did so graciously before leaving at the tail end of the crowd.
The skimmer was two long blocks away, and Wren was on alert while trying to appear casual.
Beryl was shifting into battle mode. She really wanted a fight.
There was no one between them and the parking area, and Wren felt the approach as armoured attackers appeared in doorways and shadowed alleys.
A man in a mech suit stepped between them and their goal. “Remain calm and you will come to no harm.”
Wren felt Beryl cycling up, her pink hair was close to glowing and there was a grin on her face.
Wren spoke, “Sir, take your friends and leave before you are injured.”
The emotions of the men around them spiked with amusement.
Wren flexed her hands and angled her shoulder to meet Beryl’s for a moment.
“Don’t say I didn’t warn you.”
The man in the mech gave the signal, and the shadows moved with hostiles.
Wren waited until they were three feet away before she sent a wave of energy up from the ground that sent the men tumbling up and back over the nearby buildings in a wave.
Beryl went for the man in the mech and tore the suit to pieces around him, leaving the would-be kidnapper in the tangle of wires and shattered servos.
Wren reached into her cleavage and flicked the com button. “They are down and kind of all
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