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and coffin.
"Coff& " Bligh furled her brow, obviously oblivious to meaning in Sydney's foreign
word, as if she would really care. "We are here to observe."
"Observe what?" Sydney narrowed spiteful eyes at her, but she said nothing. "My
impending execution?"
Bligh averted her gaze, which irritated Sydney. It was a little bit late to feel any shame.
"Jand obstre uit revsar." Shardantin spoke again through the communicator, and Bligh
looked up.
Sydney stared back, wondering what this could possibly be all about.
Tina, our woman&
Our lifemate& .
Sydney's nostrils flared as she bucked up against the untimely intrusion by Calem and
Arjim and the intense arousal they were causing to penetrate her body.
It is time to mate She'ami.
Not now! It was good she presently had some artificial help otherwise Sydney
might find herself collapsed on the ground. That familiar haze was attempting to consume her.
Furling what appeared to be a concerned brow, Bligh pressed the communicator on her
own belt. "C'zlih& nothing."
"Nothing, what?" Sydney narrowed her eyes. Bligh had spoken Tertian. Nothing what?
She looked at Aurus ot Tijan who repeated the same into his communicator. "C'zlih."
Eremi pldeo enu? Shardantin spoke in return, words that were foreign to Sydney's ears.
"Daan," the other soldier answered.
Had he said nothing too?
Aurus shook his head and then removed a small apparatus hooked to his belt that
resembled a palm-sized remote. He pressed it with his thumb and the laser bars streaming
around the perimeter of Sydney's prison dropped downward, disappearing into the stone planks
on the floor. She hesitated briefly before stepping out. Aurus gave her a sympathetic look as he
stepped in front of her. He cuffed her hands with a device that snaked around her wrists of its
own accord clamping on itself and pulling her hands tightly together. It was the same type of
restraint they'd used when they brought her in, and Sydney, having wrestled with the shackle
before, knew it was futile to try and escape it.
"Come with me," Bligh said to her, and turned, while Aurus and the other Tertani waited
for Sydney to obey.
Dead woman walking& Sydney exhaled harshly, her heart now pounding with angst. She
followed Bligh, her gaze falling to the woman's behind and watching the way it swayed. Sydney
sneered wondering what kind of response she would provoke if she shoved her foot up the
woman's ass.
Behave Sydney. You're already in enough of a predicament, she told herself. Besides,
Aurus and the other guard, who were behind Sydney, might not take kindly to that, and she was
in no mood to be struggling against another take down.
They led her down a short hallway, the hard clack of their boots on the shiny pristine
floor striking an ominous beat that undermined her meager, barefooted shuffling. She felt like a
nothing in this alien world, insignificant, a prison of war, puny. Would anyone care enough to
help her?
Probably not.
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Maybe she could make a run for it. Sydney glanced around the outdoor pen they were
now crossing. The area, which was no bigger than a couple of basketball courts, was surrounded
by a white stone wall, tall and smooth and impossible to climb. There was no sign of an entrance
along the walls either, and no sign of their hover craft version of a paddy wagon they'd
transported her in either. In front of them there was a large, red stone building, and that did have
a door, but since they were heading in that direction, Sydney could only assume it wasn't the
passage to freedom.
"Are we in Canyon City," She asked Bligh, referring to the charming borough where
Alea described living with her mates, but Sydney couldn't be sure. Her only view as they
travelled was through the front window of the vehicle and that was limited because she'd been
cuffed to a bar in the back.
"We are," Bligh answered, but offered nothing more. She halted in front of the door to
the building and then pressed her palm against a rectangular plate on the wall. The door slid
open. "In here." Bligh told her.
Before Sydney stepped forward, she scrutinized her surroundings once more, and gave up
all hope of returning to her fugitive status. There was nowhere to run to. Glancing toward the
wall Sydney focused on the sky above it. She gulped and took one last look at what might be her
final view of the outside world. The sun now low in the sky cast a dim glow of pink and purplish
rays along the horizon, the buildings she saw beyond the walls shadows in its sinking glow. It
was an ominous reflection of her now sinking hope and her darkening mood.
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Chapter Eighteen
There were several people inside the building, but Sydney's eyes latch onto Calem and
Arjim first, and a pained feeling compressed her chest. Standing nearer to the front, it was
immediately clear they too had been detained. Hefty collars were clamped around their necks
that had chains attached to cuffs that bound their wrists together. The chains continued
downward attaching to shackles that secured their ankles. Tiny lights were centered on each of
the cuffs that restrained them. Blinking in alternate glows of yellow and white, Sydney had the
sense that they weren't just there for decorations. Four guards surrounded them, one each on the
outside and two separating the space between them. Their expressions were strained, and there
was an angry glaze in their eyes, but as soon as they focused directly on her, the harshness on
their faces seemed to soften, though it was marginal. Still she saw it, and couldn't help but smile,
the mere sight of them causing warmth to spread through her body and heart. She loved them,
always she'd loved them, and she hated seeing them bound that way, like wild animals in need of
control.
Sydney sighed and canvassed the area to see several Tertian soldiers talking quietly
amongst themselves. Just behind Calem and Arjim she spotted Alea, and Sydney felt a small
amount of comfort with the friendly, Earthly face. They exchanged worried looks, and all
Sydney could hope for at this point was that Alea was still determined to help her escape. She
didn't hold much hope in being exonerated. Turning her head forward, Sydney saw that Tren
and Rjant, now in Tertian uniforms, stood more toward the front, but off to the side. Next to
them, was the dreaded Shardantin, her expression looking serious, maybe even a bit cold.
Sydney was led to the center of the room to stand facing her. Calem and Arjim directly behind,
and despite her unpleasant predicament, she couldn't help but to be filled with intense desire for
them. Would they ever be together now?
Sydney sucked in a shaky breath as sadness swept through her. At the moment her entire
life seemed pointless. She gulped, tamping the tears that were threatening to surface.
"If only we could hold you, comfort you She'mana." Calem leaned forward and
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