a word on the ride back to the surface. The moment
they exited the bunker, gunfire erupted.
As the king hit the ground, Cy screamed. “Father!”
Oz shoved Cy behind him and grabbed Cieran, pulling them
both behind a large boulder.
Cy’s breath came in ragged gasps. They rolled his father
over and saw a gaping wound directly over his heart. “Hold on, Father! We’ll
get you out of here!”
Oz picked up Cieran as if he weighed no more than a
child. As he straightened to transport, a bullet seared through his side. He
crumpled to the ground with the king. Oz put his hand against his lower right
rib and hissed in pain. “Cy, do you see Vind anywhere? You both need to
transport to the ships.”
“I’m not leaving without you and Father,” Cy yelled over
the sound of gunfire.
“Yes. You. Are. Cygan.” Oz said between clenched teeth.
Miles and another guard were crouched behind a nearby
rock, returning gunfire at the enemy.
“Where are Vind and Lord Panzer?” Cy yelled.
“Vind transported at the first sight of a Haagon. Lord
Panzer is dead,” Miles said.
“Father and Oz are injured and can’t transport. We need
your help getting back to the ships.”
Miles and the guard ran toward them and dove behind
their cover. When they landed, a bullet had penetrated the guards heart. He was
dead before he hit the ground.
“We have to do this now,” Miles yelled. “There’s hardly
anyone left to keep them off us.”
Cy strained to lift his father; Miles grabbed Oz, and
they transported to the entrance of the facility. When they materialized,
guards rushed to help carry them to the infirmary.
Cy’s heart seized as they laid his father on the exam
table. Blood poured from his chest and his clothes were drenched.
As two doctors ran in and began working on saving the
king, Cy stepped back and looked at his father’s blood covering his hands and
arms. The sound of blood gurgling with each labored breath confirmed Cy’s worst
fear. His father would not live to see their new home…Earth.
Queen Ximena ran into the room. Her gaze immediately
found her husband’s pale, lifeless body lying on the table.
“No! No! No!” Her scream was filled with pain and fear.
Tears poured down her fair cheeks and she looked almost as pale as the king.
She’s going to pass out.
Her knees buckled and Cy ran toward his mother, catching
her a second before she hit the floor. He lifted her in his arms and laid her
on a cot against the wall.
Cy stepped back as a nurse worked on her. Fear gripped
his heart as he thought about all the people who had died shortly after losing
their life-mates.
Is that what’s happening to her? He didn’t think he could bear losing one of them. There was no way
he would survive losing them both. If that happened, Vind would be more than
happy to end his existence.
His mother’s eyes fluttered open and she tried to sit
up. The nurse gently placed her hand on the queen’s shoulder to hold her in
place. “Your Majesty, if you sit up too fast, you’ll faint again. Please, lie
here a moment and then we’ll take it slow.”
Her sapphire eyes glistened with tears. “I have to check
on my husband.”
“The doctors are still working with him. I will get a
wheel chair and take you to his side the moment they’re finished.” The nurse
stepped away from the queen.
Cy took her hand in his. “Mother, are you all right?”
His voice shook with emotion.
“Yes, darling. I just fainted. Seeing your father like
that was shocking. I’ll be fine. She glanced toward her husband, but the
doctors had pulled the curtain. “Where’s that nurse? Sweetheart, will you go
find a wheelchair? I have to get over there to see about Cieran.”
“Yes, Mother. Please don’t get up and faint again. I’ll
be right back.”
She nodded. “I promise, but please hurry.”
Cy ran to a door labeled, Supply Room. He eased it open
and looked around. The walls were lined with deep shelves filled with medical
supplies.
Richard Ellis Preston Jr.