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accompanying sound.
    “It is rumored that an E’rth woman manned the vessel. Is this true?” Voren asked quietly.
    “Aye,” Remar confirmed holding his annoyance in check for what was surely to come next.
    “What of her?” Voren followed up.
    Remar was not fooled by the polite inquiry. Of all the leaders Voren was the most cunning and ruthless. Remar long suspected he had spies within sector two but had been unsuccessful in determining their identities.
    “The rumors are true. An E’rth woman was taken into custody and by treaty rites will remain under the protection and control of sector two,” he advised.
    “Odd that you would mention protection. Will our dignitaries have access to the alien during their visit?”
    “I’m afraid that will not be possible at this time.”
    “Are we to understand that this alien creature poses no threat then?” Nelo of sector one asked.
    If only they knew the half of it.
    “No. There is nothing to be feared from her. In fact we have had much success in translating her ships data logs and have concluded she arrived here of folly not purpose.”
    “Good – good to hear,” Nelo sounded and looked genuinely pleased with the answer.
    The viewer showed an animated Keltar spewing what was most likely threats at the screen. Nothing new there.
    But it was Voren’s one word comment that struck a chord with Remar.
    “Indeed.”
     
     

 
     
     
     
     
    Chapter Five
    Until the moment on the alien’s vessel he never contemplated taking a mate, his mistress Kala knew it, and was content in the knowledge that one day he would request an heir from her perhaps more if possible. As the mother of his children she would enjoy all the rights and privileges of a bond mate. For the past three creons he and Kala shared an easy co-existence, with them each basking in the long, hot nights of their lovemaking and her reaping the rewards her status brought in the light of day. At least it was so until the sphere that brought the image of the E’rth woman. It heralded the beginning of the end for them.
    Remar sighed heavily at the confrontation he knew was in store, but he did not disillusion himself. Kala would be more hurt over losing her current position than him. He considered himself fair and was prepared to offer her a more than generous settlement for their time together. At thirty-two creons she was a very lovely creature with bright white hair, and luminous eyes which most males hoped to have directed at them. Before becoming his mistress she’d had many suitors but with no family to speak of there was no possibility of a claim challenge in her future. As far as he knew the matter never concerned her. Kala’s beauty and talents had some of the wealthiest men offering her the position of mate.
    He knew what needed to be done and was certain Kala would do well for herself.
    Remar relaxed in the soothing interior of his seat, closing his eyes only to fall victim to images of the alien woman resting in his home. If there was some guilt he should be feeling over his thoughts they would not surface.
    The universe had spoken and who was he to argue with the gods.
    ***
    Dallas felt as if she were floating.
    She opened one eye, then the next.  All around her was a white gauzy material.
    So this was heaven. Hmmph?
    It wasn’t exactly what she was expecting.
    Her years in the Orphanage were her first real exposure to religious teachings and no matter which she’d studied they all seemed to have a common consensus about heaven being a grandiose place. She’d chosen to think of it as a higher plane of consciousness but didn’t balk at the idea of a beautiful, ethereal palace beyond the known cosmos.
    Boy were they all wrong.
    She bolted upright causing whatever she was laying on to roll and sway. Dallas held her position until the movement subsided to manageable ripples. 
    Absent the fire and damned souls she could certainly rule out hell too.
    Dallas scooted towards the edge of what