Sons of Lyra: Fight For Love by Felicity Heaton

She’d come, just as she’d
promised. He’d take her to Dazkara and then they’d return to Lyra
Prime to be married. He’d already arranged everything. She couldn’t
back out now. He hadn’t let her out of his sight for the past few
months for this reason. He had to marry her. She had to be
his.

    He’d had her transferred
to the academy medical team just so he could stay near her and they
could share accommodation. He’d spent each night with her in his
arms, had awoken this morning to see her face. Now he needed to see
her more than ever.

    The door at the end of the
dock opened again. He looked up, shoulders tensed, and then relaxed
again when he saw it was Jericho and Ambra. He was glad to see them
together again. Jericho had been a nightmare since the battle on
Varka Two and his integration into the cybernetic body. He’d turned
his back on Ambra, convinced that she couldn’t love him and that
she deserved better, and had ignored everyone when they’d told him
that Ambra still loved him. He’d even ignored Ambra. At least now
they’d worked things out.

    Remi was breaking with
tradition at the wedding and borrowing something from Kayla’s
species’ history. It was called a ‘best man’. From how Kayla had
explained it, he’d got the impression that it was someone to
support you on the day and someone you were close to. He wanted
Jericho to be that man.

    “ I thought we
were seeing the happy couple off,” Jericho said, the smile evident
in his voice even if the dark visor of his new face didn’t shift to
show it. “Ambra was panicking that we’d be late. She stood you
up?”

    Remi turned his glare on
him. “No... I’m sure she’s just late.”

    “ You sure?”
Ambra said, hanging off Jericho’s arm and grinning. “Maybe she got
cold feet—”

    “ Why would she
do that?” he barked.

    “ I’ve seen your
flying... it gives me the chills.” She laughed and hid behind the
bulky mass of Jericho when Remi tried to grab her.

    Remi sighed and then went
still when the door opened again, this time behind him. The steady
tap of boots on the metal walkway rang in his ears, a step so light
that it could only be her.

    “ She’s
beautiful.” Her soft voice caressed his ears and warmed his
heart.

    He turned and looked at
Emmanuelle.

    “ She certainly
is,” he whispered, turning her comment about the fighter towards
her, and caught her wrist, pulling her close to him. “I thought you
were standing me up.”

    She giggled and stepped
out of his embrace. When she twirled on the spot, his attention
fell to her clothes.

    “ I had to
change,” she said and ran her hands down her sides and over her
hips, following the line of the snug blue flight suit. “Acer gave
me it. He said that you didn’t fly in a fighter without
one.”

    Her grey gaze fell to his
body and a half smile tugged at the corner of her lips. There was a
hint of sensuality about the soft curve of it and the way her eyes
raked over him.

    “ They’re a
little revealing,” she said and took hold of his hand. “I like you
in it.”

    “ My thoughts
exactly,” he whispered and went to kiss her.

    Jericho cleared his
throat. Remi shot him another glare and turned back to Emmanuelle.
She had moved and was now waiting on the gang plank to the
ship.

    “ Are we
flying?” she asked with a wide smile.

    He smiled at her. “I don’t
need a ship to make me fly.”

    She blushed at his sexual
reference. He still couldn’t get used to the insane energy
transference that happened. It was better than any drug, but there
was something that would make him happier than it ever
could.

    “ After you,” he
said and ushered her onto the ship, impatient to get going now.
“The quicker I meet your parents, the faster I can marry
you.”

    She laughed. “Don’t the
sons of Lyra know how to take things slow?”

    She looked over his
shoulder in the direction of his brothers. He looked there too.
Balt shrugged. There was a look in