friendships and family relations. Everyone’s irritation would be aimed at her and myself. Also, I made her laugh and kept her distracted.”
“All good choices for a companion. I understand.”
Gaze grinned. “It was a lovely wedding.”
Mrs. Nashti smiled and began to chat with her about the arrangements that had brought the event to fruition and the amount of people they had had to call to get General Korwait back to their home.
Hargu had simply refused to be married without him, so he had to be brought.
Chapter Seven
Four hours, nine dances and several examinations by intoxicated healers later, she was ready to call it a night. She had spoken to both sets of parents, a number of relatives and several co-workers and well-wishers. Gaze was exhausted.
Her body ached, and while Shiver’s mist was helping, her dead suit wasn’t. She was in desperate need of a controlled environment.
The happy couple made their departure to cheers and laughter, and Gaze sighed in relief. According to her etiquette lesson, she could leave.
She sought out Shiver by following the mist attached to her and tapped him on his shoulder. He was in deep conversation with another general of Agathon. She tapped him again and sighed. He looked down and held up his hand for her to wait.
She couldn’t wait. She was hot, tired and not thinking clearly. It was time to leave. Gaze headed to the skimmer racks, and she pulled one out, keying it up and heading for the landing area. She could make it, even without his help.
* * * *
He felt the snap as Gaze moved out of his reach. He turned his head to find her, but she wasn’t there.
“So, with a few more reductions, we should be back to a representatively mixed government in a matter of five years.” General Thoiak smiled.
“Please excuse me. My companion seems to have left for the evening.”
“So, you have plenty of women to choose from here, Korwait.” The general clapped him on the arm.
“She was the woman wounded in the ceremony. I have to make sure she is all right. Excuse me.”
He left the political conversation and charged for the skimmers. He grabbed one off the rack and throttled it high to get him back to the Blue Fairy. He had no idea why the urgency was riding him so hard, but he listened to it.
He couldn’t see her ahead of him and that worried him. Images of her crawling across the deck plates haunted him.
He pulled up next to her ship and scanned his palm for entrance. The hatch opened for him, and he rushed inside, tripping over the supine form of Gaze on the floor.
“Damn it!” He lifted her in his arms, surrounded them both with heavy mist and carried them up to her private quarters. “I need to get her hydrated, Fairy , please allow me entrance into her quarters.”
Lights flashed as he lifted her up, step by step, and when they were on the command deck, a door was open that had been sealed to him before.
He carried her into her bed and placed her carefully on the covers. Her eyes opened blearily before they closed again.
Bots trundled in with a series of hypos and a drip bag. Apparently, this was not an uncommon thing.
He kept her wrapped in mist while he worked on her body. A scanner was held out for him, and it showed that her entire body was out of balance and her suit was to blame. The damage was tampering with her electrolytes and her brain had been shorting out. No wonder she had wanted to leave.
He quickly removed her dress and then worked on the bodysuit, peeling it off and casting it aside. Her sandals clattered to the floor.
Her skin was a hot pink, healed tissue with the marks of a burn. It was a serious contrast in colour and texture to the silk of her cheek.
He was going to put a call in to Guardian dispatch when he had her stabilized. What the hell had happened to her?
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Gwyn woke with the glowing blue light of the ship staring down at her worriedly. She sat up and blinked. She was naked. She did not