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  “Can’t they just go in another ship?” Thrace asked. He was worried too—he wanted to know that the girl Two had showed him in his evil vision was safe and well.

  Commander Sylvan shook his head. “Unfortunately not. Rone says he has delicate tracking equipment aboard his vessel that can’t be moved and he needs it to help pinpoint Emily’s location.”

  “That’s too bad.” Thrace frowned. “I wish there was something I could do.”

  “Just send a prayer to the Goddess that Emily is well. If the prophesy is correct, she may be very important to our future.”

  “Indeed.” Thrace nodded. “So, if it’s not Kate and Rone, then who is calling me?”

  Commander Sylvan’s mouth twitched in a rare smile. “Go find out for yourself. I think you’ll be very happy when you see.”

  Mystified but intrigued, Thrace turned the corner into the main communications room. One whole wall was taken up with an enormous viewscreen and on that screen was a very familiar face. A face with gold and green ringed eyes and dark brown hair.

  “Solar!” Thrace exclaimed, smiling. “Damn—it’s good to see you!”

  “Good to see you too, Captain.” His first mate and best friend nodded but there was a look in his eyes Thrace couldn’t quite read—an uncertainty, as if Solar was worried about something. “I’ve been searching for you forever it seems. I’m glad to find you safe and sound.”

  “I feel the same.” Thrace felt a stab of conscious. “Forgive me for not searching for you as well. I have…unfinished business here on the Kindred Mother Ship.”

  “Don’t worry yourself about it, Captain,” Solar said. “I landed on my feet after we were both sold at the Flesh Bazaar. I was bought by a mistress from Yonnie Six. In fact…that’s one of the things I wanted to tell you about.” His face took on a look of grim determination.

  “Oh?” Thrace frowned. What was Solar holding back? He could tell from the other Havoc’s expression that something was wrong—what was the problem?

  “Yes.” Solar nodded firmly and lifted his chin. “Captain, I have broken my Havoc oath—I have bonded myself to a female.” He reached off screen and pulled a little female with a long waterfall of rippling auburn hair to him. “Captain Thrace, meet my lover and my bonded mate, Kaylee.”

  “Hi!” the girl said and snuggled close to Solar, pressing her cheek to his chest as she eyed Thrace uncertainly. “It’s nice to meet you.”

  “Hello.” Thrace arched an eyebrow at Solar and sent a mental call back to his suite. “So, you bonded yourself to your mistress,” he said aloud.

  “I did,” Solar acknowledged, nodding firmly. “And I would do so again. I know that we Havoc are not supposed to bond but, well…” He cleared his throat. “I love her, Captain. And I will not leave her.”

  “I never asked you to,” Thrace said. “Where are you calling me from?”

  “Where?” Solar still seemed to be in shock over Thrace’s reaction—or rather, non-reaction—to his mating. “Uh, we’re aboard The Empress. I got her out of drydock on Padge because I thought she’d be the fastest way to get around and find you. I hope you don’t mind.”

  “Of course I don’t mind,” Thrace told him. “That was actually going to be my plan of attack once I started searching for you. The Empress is one of the fastest ships around—remember the time we outran that band of Rothian pirates?”

  “How could I forget?” Solar laughed. “We were light years away before they even knew we’d left! We—”

  Just then Trin came into the room. She looked at the viewscreen curiously and then came up to put her arm around Thrace.

  “Hi baby, what is it? I got here as fast as I could.”

  “Captain…” Solar’s eyes grew wide. “Who—?”

  “This is my Mistress, Trin.” Thrace touched the collar studded with Lathvian sapphires that he wore around his throat. “She is also my lover and my Deep-Bonded mate.”

  Solar’s eyes grew so wide they looked like they might take over his entire head. “Captain, really? You not only bonded with her but you gave her the Deep Bond?”

  “Best decision of my life,” Thrace said, nodding and giving Trin a kiss which she returned with interest. “If you plan to have children, you should consider it yourself.”

  “I will.” Solar still looked dazed. He cleared his throat. “So, now that I know you’re safe I’ll be returning The Empress to you, Captain Thrace. In fact, we’re just outside the Gatspian wormhole so we should be at your location very soon.”

  “Wait a minute—” Thrace raised a hand. “The Gatspian wormhole?”

  “Well, yes.” Solar nodded. “We were searching this sector when I finally got word that you were aboard the Kindred Mother Ship.”

  “Do we still have that portable scoop modulator aboard The Empress?”

  “Of course.” Solar shrugged. “Why—do you need it?”

  “I don’t, but I know someone who does.” Thrace turned his head. “Commander Sylvan! Could you come in here, please?”

  “Yes?” The blond Kindred came around the corner. “Is there a problem, Thrace?”

  “No problem.” Thrace grinned at him. “I think we have a solution that will get Rone and Kate back on Emily’s track in no time.”

  Solar frowned. “Kate and Rone? Who are they?”

  “People you’re going to meet and help,” Thrace told him. “Listen up, First Mate Solar, I have a job for you…”

  Chapter Twenty-four

  The Holy Mountains of Rageron weren’t anything like what Emily had expected. Then again, growing up in flatter-than-a-pancake Florida she hadn’t had much chance to explore any mountains. She had taken yearly visits to her grandfather’s cabin in the Blue Ridge—which was absolutely beautiful. But the Blue Ridge was blue in name alone. The Holy Mountains of Rageron were literally blue—covered in vegetation that ranged from the palest periwinkle to the deepest indigo. It was breathtaking—and a bit intimidating.

  They flew down in the shuttle and Tragar landed them on a steeply curving slope that led up to a vast plateau. On it was a tall, narrow building made of pure white stone. In fact, the stone was so white it was dazzling and Emily had to shield her eyes as she looked up at it.

  “Come,” Tragar said. “The Holy Council awaits.”

  They started to climb the hill together and Emily reached for his hand.

  “You should not,” Tragar warned in a low voice. “The Council will not look kindly on me touching you publicly when I am not your chosen mate.”

  “You are my chosen mate.” Emily entwined their fingers defiantly. “And I want to make sure they know it.”

  The big Kindred made no more protests but simply squeezed her hand gently with his own. The gesture gave Emily a warm, tingly feeling and she shot him a small smile. She was certain that no matter what the Holy Council threw at them, they would be all right as long as they stayed together.

  They reached the crest of the hill at last and found themselves facing three elderly Kindred, all of them dressed in pure white, long sleeved robes. Two were males with iron gray hair and one had a long gray beard that reached almost to his knees. Standing in front of them was one of the rare female Kindred. She was an older woman with a deeply lined face and long hair which was a mixture of gray and faded olive green. Her eyes had pale green whites and emerald green irises. It was a striking combination.

  “Welcome, Khalla-to-be,” she said, stepping forward and extending both hands to Emily. “Welcome to the Temple of the Transfiguration where you will complete your Tenrah.”

  “Um, thank you.” In order to take the older woman’s hands, Emily had to let go of Tragar’s. She didn’t want to but it seemed rude to refuse the gesture of greeting. “Thank you,” she said again, taking both the woman’s hands in hers. “Are you in charge here?”

  “Yes, I am the High Priestess of the Temple and the Head of the Holy Council. You may call me Mother Chundra. And these two Elders are called Brother Hurx and Brother Gr’nir.
” She nodded at the two elderly Kindred males behind her. “They are also on the Council.”

  “It’s very nice to meet you,” Emily said, bowing her head in what she hoped was a respectful way. “We’ve had a long trip to get here.”

  “So I understand. Master Xen’dex called ahead and notified us of your arrival.” Mother Chundra nodded gracefully. “We are most pleased to have you here, child. Though I must say, we have never had a Khalla come to us under such unusual circumstances. Am I to understand that you did not even know you were Khalla until this male found you?”

  “This male is Tragar.” Emily released the older woman’s hands and hooked her arm possessively through the big Kindred’s. “He saved my life and kept me from dying through the first three stages of Tenrah.” She took a deep breath. “He is also my chosen mate.”

  Mother Chundra frowned. “That is not for you to say, child. A Khalla cannot choose her own mate—such a choice is too important to be left to any but the Council.”

  “He’s the one I want.” Emily lifted her chin. “The only one I want.”

  The two Kindred males behind Mother Chundra were muttering together and then one of them—Brother Hurx, Emily thought—put a hand on Mother Chundra’s shoulder and whispered into her ear.

  “Very well,” she said, nodding at them and then at Emily. “Brother Hurx makes a valid point—a Khalla’s wishes are very important in this process. We will give due and careful consideration to your request. This male who found you and saved your life will certainly be included in the candidates for your chosen mate.”

  Emily wasn’t sure she liked the sound of that but when she looked at Tragar, he simply nodded. Well, maybe there would be a bunch of guys for her to choose from and he would be one of them. In which case, she would just point to him and be done with it.

  “Well, all right, I guess…” she said doubtfully.

  “Good. Then it is decided.”

  Mother Chundra clapped her hands twice and suddenly two more females appeared. They looked to be much younger—probably Emily’s age. One of them had green streaked hair and green eyes, like the High Priestess and the other had the deep indigo eyes and black hair like the image of Tragar’s wife. She must be one of the Ancient Ones, Emily thought.

  “Welcome, Khalla-to-be,” the girl with green eyes said. “Let us lead you to your chambers and bathe you with the Juice of Refreshment to ease the tension from your weary limbs.”

  “And we will feed you on the Feast of Becoming so that your Tenrah can progress as it should,” the girl with Indigo eyes said.

  “Um…” Emily wasn’t sure about taking a bath in any kind of juice and she didn’t want to leave Tragar. But the two girls were already pulling her away. She looked back at the big Kindred anxiously. “Tragar?”

  “Go, my Khalla.” He nodded at her and she thought he looked sad.

  “Will you be all right? Will you…” She wanted to be sure he wouldn’t hurt himself while she was gone. Tragar seemed to understand.

  “I will be here waiting for you, my Khalla,” he said. “I swear it.”

  “All right.” Emily felt marginally better about leaving him. And he had promised not to do away with himself. “Okay then, I’ll see you later. I…I love you.” She felt a little shy about saying the words out loud in front of all these strangers but she wanted him to know how she felt.

  He smiled. “And I, you. Go. I will wait for you.”

  Emily thought she saw the High Priestess’s mouth tighten a bit at their exchange and the two male council members started whispering together again. But maybe she was imagining their disapproval. She hoped, anyway.

  As the two girls led her away, she threw a final glance over her shoulder and saw Tragar standing there watching her leave with an unreadable expression on his dark face. Emily wanted to break away from her new attendants and run back, wanted to throw her arms around his neck and give him a kiss. But even as she had the impulse, the girl with green hair took her arm and ushered her into the tall white temple.

  “Welcome,” Khalla-to-be,” she said in a low, musical voice. “Welcome into the Temple of Becoming. Come, let us show you to the rooms that have been prepared for you.”

  * * * * *

  Tragar watched her go with a heaviness in his heart. Now that he knew he loved her it was doubly hard to watch her go and know that he would never be with her again. For despite Emily’s insistence that she wanted him for her chosen mate, he knew the Holy Council would never allow it. They would take one look at his past and decide he was completely unworthy—which was what he knew in his heart to be true. Still, he had promised Emily he would be by her side for as long as he could and he intended to keep his word…up to a point.

  As soon as the Holy Council appointed her a chosen mate and their bonding ceremony took place before the Visage of the Goddess, he intended to fulfill the contract, as he had promised Tier Shan he would. He could not stand idly by and watch as she was given to another male to cherish and protect—it was not in him to lose two females he loved in a lifetime and keep living. Better he should sacrifice himself for her as he had planned than to see her and love her from afar, knowing she belonged to another.

  “Well, Warrior,” Mother Chundra said, giving him a dubious look. “I will show you to the Candidates Barracks. But I warn you not to get your hopes too high. Just because you found this Khalla and brought her here does not mean that you may expect to keep her.”

  “I am well aware of that,” Tragar growled softly. “But know this, Priestess—I love her with all that is in me.”

  “Which is exactly why you make a poor candidate,” the High Priestess said tersely. “A Khalla is to be adored and cherished and worshiped from afar. On occasion she may enjoy the comforts of her mate’s arms but he must not be her sole focus. She must spend the majority of her time traveling to areas in need of healing and blessing—not taking care of an inconsequential male.”

  “Understood.” Tragar didn’t like it but it was also what he had been taught as a young male. A Khalla’s love was too precious to waste on just one individual. Her touch was healing, her very breath was life—she could not expect to lead a normal lifestyle. Her chosen mate was really only there to help her transformation into sexual maturity and to satisfy her sexual cravings from time to time. Other than that, he had no function other than to adore her from afar and protect her on her endless journey through the different regions of Rageron, promoting healing and peace.

  “She does seem quite taken with you,” Mother Chundra said with a sniff. “Have your minds aligned?”

  “No. That is, I do not think so. She did tell me once that she had dreamed of me and I may have dreamed of her but—”

  “One or two instances of dream sharing signifies little,” the Priestess cut him off. “A Khalla’s mind is malleable. She must be shaped by the Council and put with the right mate in order to prosper.”

  “I am aware of that,” Tragar tried to keep the growl out of his voice but it was difficult. He’d known all along he didn’t have much of a chance of being picked as Emily’s chosen mate. Still, the High Priestess didn’t have to be so fucking snide about it.

  “Well, come with me, Warrior.” She nodded in a direction down the hill, away from the main temple. “We will get you settled and then you may begin the screening process. I warn you—it is very thorough. If you have any dark secrets that make you an unfit candidate they will come to light.”

  “I’m not hiding anything,” Tragar said heavily. “You’ll know what I am the minute you begin to look into me.”

  “So I shall.” The Priestess gave him an arch look. “And I have a feeling I am not going to like what I see.”

  * * * * *

  Emily couldn’t stop staring as they walked through the temple. It was all tall, white walls and long, narrow corridors. It reminded her of wandering in a maze, especially since there was no furniture or decoration of any kind. There were skylights in the high ceilings which allowe
d pale sunlight to pour in from above, illuminating everything with an otherworldly light. Somewhere in the vast structure someone was playing a flute of some kind—soothing music drifted down the long, empty corridors and there was a scent like honeysuckle and mint in the air.

  Emily took a deep breath, enjoying the fragrance as the two priestesses led her down one of the long narrow hallways.

  “This is…nice,” she said at last. “Kind of bare but really nice.”

  “We strive to keep clutter to a minimum,” the girl with green streaks in her hair said. “A Khalla-to-be has enough chaos within—she needs peace and tranquility without.”

  “I guess that makes sense,” Emily muttered. Chaos within…it made her wonder when the other was going to make another appearance. After all, she was officially into the third stage of her Tenrah now and it was only the second stage when the Kit’tara was repressed. Was she going to start pushing forward, trying to take over now that Emily was in the third stage and they were at the Temple where they needed to be? The thought gave her a crawling feeling of dread which she tried to push away.

  “…the Visage of the Goddess first,” the girl with green streaked hair said.

  “I’m sorry?” Emily asked, realizing that she’d missed what the priestess was saying.

  “I said we will be visiting our Sacred Grove with the Visage of the Goddess first,” the priestess repeated patiently.

  “Okay, I guess.” Emily shrugged. “You know, I don’t know your names. I’m Emily.”

  “I am Turra,” the girl with green streaks in her hair said.

  “And I am Lit’aal,” the girl with indigo eyes said softly.

  “Nice to meet you both. I’m Emily,” Emily said, holding out a hand to them. When they just stared at her outstretched hand, she realized they probably didn’t shake hands here and had no idea what she was doing. “Um…” She pulled back her hand feeling foolish. “Is either one of you a Khalla?” she asked.