The Syn-En Solution

by Linda Andrews

  “You—you stay right where you are.”

  In the next instant, she grabbed the hairspray can from her dressing table, threw it at his head and bolted for the door. He leapt forward and caught her before she’d taken two steps, slamming her up against his chest, trapping her there within his arms. The lamp crashed to the floor, shattered.

  Kicking wildly, Audra connected with his groin. His knees buckled, but he was quick to recover and never loosened his hold on her. Her heart raced as she twisted, freed an arm, and slammed the heel of her hand into his face. If he hadn’t turned, she would have broken his nose. Her strike was solid enough though, she heard him groan in pain before he released her.

  Triumphant, she spun around, connecting her right foot with his solar plexus, knocking the wind from him. Now on the attack she switched feet and with her left foot, launched him backward, sending him landing on his back. Regaining her balance before he did, she straddled his chest, her knees and feet trapping his arms. “Now. Tell me what I want to know or I’ll make sure you don’t see another day.”

  He smiled, actually smiled at her. “I have told you who I am. Only your aunt can tell you more. I have no wish to harm you, my lady.” His looked at her with heavy-lidded eyes. “I rather like you sitting on me like this.”

  “Are you mad? I could kill you.” Instead, he bucked sideways, sending her toppling to the floor. Before she could rise, he had her back on the floor, straddled her, his body pressing her down.

  “Now. Are you ready to listen?”

  Looking up at him, she finally nodded. He moved, rising swiftly to his feet. Her body tingled from where he’d straddled her. She didn’t like, actually, she liked too much, how it felt to have his weight upon her.

  She ignored his outstretched hand, stood and stepped away from him, her gaze darting toward the door.

  Smiling, he shook his finger at her. “Do not even think it. I would have you before you took two steps. Again.”

  Raising her chin, she nodded. She wasn’t afraid of him…her dream man. That though made her pause. She should be afraid, but somehow she sensed he didn’t mean her harm.

  Another feeling rose in her—an electric connection, the urgent need to touch his body, run her fingers through his hair. Somehow she felt, no she knew, that this man would never hurt her, would rather die than cause her pain. How did she know that? “Fine. Tell me what you want and get out.”

  Walking to the window, he gave her some space. “I am Coridian. Darius Coridian. My brother, Anton, is your betrothed. He sent me here to bring you home. To Centauri.”

  “Anton? I don’t know any Anton and I’ve never heard of Centauri.”

  “Allow me to finish. You are Her Royal Highness, Crown Princess Dayanara, and heir to the throne of the planet Centauri in the system you know as Proximus Centauri, approximately four light years from Earth.

  “You have been living here on Earth for the last twenty-four years. This was done to protect you from your enemies. Now, however, both of your parents are dead and you must return with me to claim your throne and marry my brother.”

  “You’ve got the wrong girl. My name is Audra. Diane Audra Cantwell.” She shoved off the bed, wrapping her arms about her.

  “Princess.” He stood next to her, but did not touch her. “Audra. Look at me.”

  She did and looked up into those dark, midnight blue eyes, framed with incredibly thick lashes…and felt an instant and unwelcome thrill of recognition. It was the same as in her dream. His proximity made her aware of nothing but him. The room seemed smaller, the air thinner. Her heart beat faster, her pulse raced.

  “Let us go see your…mother. She will explain everything to your satisfaction.” His voice was gentle, coaxing, almost mesmerizing. “Then we must leave quickly. The trip home will be long, but not nearly long enough. You have many things to learn on the way.”

  His words brought her back to reality. She walked over to her nightstand, where her phone used to be. “Give me back my phone. I’m calling the police.”

  “I will give you the device, if you agree to contact Princess Margareta.”

  Taking a deep breath, she decided she would find out if her dreams were correct or if they were nothing more than the musings of a sexually repressed female mind. Rolling her eyes at her thoughts, she reached for the phone he handed her.

  “Fine, I’ll call Mom.” As she groped for the plug, she never took her eyes off him.

  “Call her.”

  “I can’t, you broke the damn thing.” Dropping the phone to the floor, she said, “I’ll have to use my cell. You wait outside. I’ll let you know what she says, and then you can leave.”

  “No,” he said as if he could read her mind. “I’ll wait right here. My mission is too important to play games. Call her. Now. I give you my oath as Coridian, Captain of the Dragonera and Lord Protector of the Throne of Centauri, I won’t move.”

  “Fine.” She found her cell in her purse and dialed the number. “Mom’s going to think I’m crazy for letting you talk me into calling her.”

  “We will see, Princess.” He smiled. “We will see.”

  There was something about him, more than the fact he was a stranger in her bedroom that left her feeling uneasy. Fear that he might be telling the truth.

  “Hello. Mom?” Audra remained facing Coridian, never turning her back to him.

  Her mother answered. “Audra? This is early for you to be up on a Saturday, Sweetheart. I didn’t expect you to call today. Aren’t you coming for dinner tomorrow?”

  “Mom, there’s a man here named Coridian who keeps calling me ‘Princess’ and says that you can explain.”

  The sharp intake of breath heard through the receiver surprised Audra, telling her that indeed the man, Coridian, might be telling the truth. Her heart stalled. “Mom? What’s wrong? Talk to me.”

  Her mother’s reply sounded strained, a little shaky. “What did you say his name was?”

  “Coridian. He said his name is Coridian.”

  “Oh, Lord,” her mother gasped. “Audra, bring that man with you and come home right now. I’ll explain when you get here. I love you, dear.” The phone receiver went dead. Her mother hung up on her!

  She listened dumbly to the dial tone in her ear. Her mother never wanted anything done immediately. She always told her children to slow down and take it easy.

  This was not good.

  She hung up the phone and turned to Coridian. “She didn’t deny it. I’m supposed to bring you home immediately and we will get it straightened out.” She covered her face with her hands. “I just don’t believe it.”

  “It is truly not as bad as you seem to think.” His voice was soft, almost a caress, and when she looked up at him he smiled. “Your mother is expecting us. I will leave you to dress and meet you out front in…” he looked down at something on his arm that might have been a watch, but unlike any watch she’d ever seen, “ten Earth minutes. Will that be sufficient?”

  “Yeah, that’ll be fine.”

  He nodded, bowed, and left the room.

  Audra quickly changed into blue jeans, a red T-shirt that said ‘Women Rule the Universe!’ and old tennis shoes. Grabbing her keys, she threw open the bedroom door and promptly collided with a brick wall.

  A warm, nice smelling, brick wall.

  Coridian! He caught her in his arms before she could fall.

  “Oh! I thought you’d be outside.” She righted herself and pulled away from him, but not before a surge of heat coursed through her. Funny, she’d thought her earlier reaction to him had been because of heat of the moment, the fight, the delayed stress. But now…now she knew it was none of those things, it was an attraction to him from deep within her being, as though every cell in her body recognized him. It frightened her almost as much as it thrilled her.

  One corner of his mouth turned upward into a crooked smile. “This is outside. Outside your bedroom, you needed privacy, not a way to escape. I like your shirt.” There was laughte
r in his voice and appreciation in his eyes.

  “Huh?” It was hard for her to look away from his gaze, it was so…hypnotic. She managed only by lowering her head and pretending to look for her keys. Licking her lips, she said, “Follow me.”

  They went out to the parking lot to her car. She looked him up and down, noticing that he was not only tall, but had the broadest chest she’d ever seen. “You may be a tad cramped, but it gets me where I need to go.”

  He looked at her tiny green car with its rust spots over the fenders and dimples in the doors. “This resembles a crouching amphibian. A frog, if my memory serves correctly. What is it? A toy?”

  “No. It’s a Ford Fiesta, forty miles to the gallon.” She paused, putting her hands on her hips. “Hey, if you don’t like the transportation we can always cancel the trip.”

  Grumbling, he opened her door for her. “Let’s go. The sooner we get there, the sooner we can be on our way home.”

  “Yeah, right. The sooner we get there, the sooner you can be on your way home.”

  Thank you for purchasing a copy of The Syn-En Solution. The sequel Syn-En: Culture Clash will be available Summer 2012.

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  About the Author:

  Linda Andrews lives in Phoenix, Arizona with her husband, three children and a menagerie of domesticated animals. While she started writing a decade ago, she always used her stories to escape the redundancy of her day job as a scientist and never thought to actually combine her love of fiction and science. DOH! After that Homer Simpson moment, she allowed the two halves of her brain to talk to each other. The journeys she’s embarked on since then are dark, twisted and occasionally violent, but never predictable. If you’ve loved one of her most demented creations so far, she’d love to hear from you at lindaandrews at lindaandrews dot net