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bastard.”
    Without hesitation, Kres did as his Thresl had requested. Whipping around the corner, he shot the idiot threatening Vohne. A cry ripped the air as the remaining man holding Vohne tumbled to the ground beneath his weight.
    Soldiers filled the hall, lifting Vohne and clearing the area of the two dead men and the one still alive. Medics arrived soon after with a gurney to take Vohne away. Kres fought through the crowd to get to Vohne’s side. He had to make sure his man-cat was unhurt.
    He shouted and pushed until he stood beside the gurney holding his mate. Foggy gold eyes blinked up at him. Whatever drugs they’d pumped into Vohne’s body made him sluggish and uncoordinated.
    Vohne gripped Kres’ arm like a vice. “You did good, my warrior. I am pleased to rule with you at my side.”
    “To what?”
    Before he could get any answers, the Thresl closed his eyes and the medics carried him away.
    Zander patted him on the back. “What was he talking to you about? You’re looking pale. I thought you’d be happy you have your Thresl back.”
    “I thought I would be too.” Now he was wondering what he’d got himself into…again.

Chapter Five
    Kres was told to stay away from the infirmary while the Thresl healed. Apparently alpha Thresls didn’t like their mates to see them injured. Something to do with wanting to always appear strong in front of their chosen ones or some such crap. Kres hadn’t really paid attention past the request for him not to go with the medics. He was more interested in hunting down his Thresl book. He didn’t bother to fight his banishment from the medic ward. An argument was certain to be in their near future, and he wanted to make sure he had all the facts before it began.
    As much as he cared how Vohne was doing, the man-cat looked more drugged than injured, and Kres had an objective to fulfil.
    “Where are you going?” Zander asked, bouncing down the hallway behind him. If there was one thing that screamed Zander wasn’t a soldier, it was the way he walked. Soldiers didn’t bounce. However, despite their differences, Kres still liked him. Zander was one of those people everyone liked. Kres thought he’d do very well in the diplomatic corps.
    “I’m going to find that damned book.”
    “Why?”
    “Didn’t you hear him? I’m supposed to rule by his side.”
    “Well, yeah.”
    Kres spun around, pinning Zander with his stare. “You knew about this?”
    Zander held up his hands in self-defence. “You really don’t know anything, do you?”
    “How many times do I have to tell everyone that I didn’t plan for a Thresl? I wasn’t supposed to get one. I didn’t do any planning or training or anything. All I did was stop him from killing an idiot, and we bonded.”
    A smile crossed Zander’s face. “You don’t even know what you have. Come back to my room. I can tell you everything you need to know. Besides, I’ve got the good brandy. It’s one advantage of growing up in a diplomatic family. You know where to procure the fine liquor.”
    “Deal.” It would probably be easier for Zander to explain it anyway. Kres wasn’t book smart. Give him a weapon and some action and he could take care of himself, but words always looked jumbled on a page when he tried to focus, and when he finally got them together to form a sentence, they inevitably didn’t make any sense. He’d barely scraped by his studies with the help of a good tutor. Luckily, his combat skills balanced it all out.
    Zander’s room was a far cry from the sterile cube that comprised Kres’ lodging. Thick rugs covered the floor, the walls were tinted a soft blue and the furnishings screamed money. It was also three times the size of Kres’ room. Zander gave a self-deprecating shrug. “Did I mention my father is best friends with the station master?”
    “It must be good to have connections,” Kres commented.
    Zander smiled. “That’s what the diplomatic corps is all about. Now, come sit down.”