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Tracker stretched. “Come on, it is time for the less-than-fun segment of our routine. Now that we are back, we have to get a full diagnostic done.”
He wrapped an arm around her and they walked into the base. “Even though we were gone for less than a week?”
“Yes. If any parasites or injuries occurred, treatment sooner rather than later is the best course of action.”
She nodded. “I have run into a ton of parasites during my time with animals and I would have to agree with that policy.”
A column of fog passed them in the hall. She smiled, “Good day, Mist.”
The column paused, bowed and continued on his way.
Gray was tidying her hair in a mirror when they came in and it wasn’t too much of a stretch for Bren to realize that Mist had used a lot of his cohesion energy with his mate.
“Back from your first assignment, Bren?” Gray cleared her throat and touched her lips with two fingers.
“I am. Do you want me or Tracker in the scanner first?”
“If you wouldn’t mind doing the scans? That would be great.” Gray smiled brightly and tried not to look like a woman who had just had a quickie in her office.
Chuckling, Bren put Tracker in the scanner and set it for a complete workup.
As she read the records, there were some small changes in his brain chemistry but nothing physical.
“You are all clear. My turn.”
She stepped into the scanner and set it for a complete rundown. The computer chirped and beeped as it ran her scan. The moment that it was done running the waves over her, she stepped free and took a look at the reports.
She blinked in shock at the data when compared to her earlier scans. “Well, I may not have a reference species, but I know what kind of parasite this is.” She wanted nothing more than to sit down, but since there was no chair nearby, she simply fainted.
Patrig must have taken her home, because that is where she woke up.
“Tell me why this is home.” His low tone rumbled through her.
He was sitting next to her on his bed. She was wearing a light, gauzy gown that was almost transparent, but the pale blue matched her eyes.
“What?”
“You said you would tell me why this was home. I think now is a good time for that.”
She caressed his jaw, “This is where you are. Wherever you are is home.”
“Good. I have requisitioned the addition to our home and the baby’s room will be under construction soon.”
Bren felt suddenly shy. “You aren’t mad? I mean it was just the one night.”
Patrig grinned. “I am not mad. If I wanted to prevent a pregnancy, I would have used precautions. I didn’t and I am delighted that you are going to have our child.”
She blushed. “I just wish I knew more about my species. Why this happened so soon. I have been around enough folks trying to get pregnant to know that it rarely happens on the first try.”
“Gray has gotten some Trinial records. The elders are eager to speak with you on a conference call. They are surprised that you have managed to develop a talent. It isn’t a common thing for Trinials. But we do know that your folk are stimulated ovulators. Your body simply took over.”
She blinked. “I can check into Trinial physiology?”
She was halfway out of bed before he stopped her. “It can wait until tomorrow. You need some rest.”
She sighed and settled back on the pillows. “You have just told me that I can access information I have wanted my entire life and I have to stay in bed? Mean.”
He chuckled and handed her a data pad. “Here you go. Gray uploaded all of it and the Trinial said they will provide a limited family history for you after they meet you in the conference.”
She chortled happily and lunged at him, tackling Patrig to the bed in a heated kiss.
He blinked up at her in surprise. “What is that for?”
“For not giving me what I want but always giving me what I need.”
He laughed and let her press tiny kisses across his jaw line and down his neck. When he reached up to press his lips to hers in a wild tangle of emotions and need, she carefully put the data pad on the storage bench at the end of the bed. This was going to get a little aerobic and she didn’t want to hurt the connection to her people.
Patrig held her in his arms and rolled with her until they were lying face to face. “Wherever you are is my home and if I ever have to travel without you, I will try to get back to you as quickly as I can. You are my life and you will always be foremost in my thoughts.”
She smiled and stroked his silvery cheek. “That is all I need to hear, but I will need to hear it a lot if you are going anywhere without me.”
He pressed his hand between her breasts. “You are my heart and I am in yours. I will never go anywhere without you.”
Brenawyn smiled and opened his uniform with deft fingers. “Just in case the scan was a false positive, let’s make sure.”
Patrig let her undress him and when he moved over her, his body told her exactly how fond he was of her idea.
Her family history could wait, her species could wait, Patrig was with her now and she gave all of her attention to him. Time enough for everything that didn’t really matter, tomorrow.
Author’s Note
Thanks for reading book 3 of the Tales of the Citadel. I will be bringing Brenawyn and Tracker back in a subsequent book, but even I don’t know when.
In the next book, Fighting Sanity, we get to learn a bit about going crazy and welcoming clarity when it comes. Not all talents enjoy their status. For some, it is a burden and for others, a crime that needs punishing.
I look forward to writing it.
Thanks for reading,
Viola Grace
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About the Author
Viola Grace was born in Manitoba, Canada where she still resides today. She really likes it there. She has no pets and can barely keep sea monkeys alive for a reasonable amount of time. Her line of day job tends to be analytical which leaves her mind hopping to weave stories. No co-worker is safe from her character analysis. In keeping with busy hands are happy hands, her hobbies have included cross-stitch, needlepoint, quilting, costuming, cake decorating, baking, cooking, metal work, beading, sculpting, painting, doll making, henna tattoos, chain mail, and a few others that have been forgotten. It is quite often that these hobbies make their way into her tales.
Viola’s fetishes include boots and corsetry, and her greatest weakness is her uncontrollable blush. Her writing actively pursues the Happily Ever After that so rarely occurs in nature. It is an admirable thing and something that we should all strive for. To find one that we truly like, as well as love.
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