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Pinching the bridge of my nose in frustration, I have to take a deep breath to maintain my composure, only to snap my head up when Bikar starts talking and going over the plan.

Again.

“I have initiated our approach; we will be close enough to dock with their ship in less than half a rotation. You need to proceed to the…”

My hiss of annoyance cuts him off midsentence, and he looks over at me with a slightly abashed expression before pausing for a tic. “Erm, apologies.”

Snorting at him, I spin on my heel to leave—time to get this shet over with.

Hurry up! I grow tired of waiting to be let out of my confinement.

I know… that is what worries me.

Vrog does not speak again, but his malevolent laughter speaks louder than any words ever could.

GWENDOLYN

Inhaling, I yawn and stretch as I emerge from one of the best post-coital naps I’ve ever had in my life. Sitting up, I rub the sleep from my eyes before peering around the room. “Murgul, honey, are you in here?”

Silence.

Well, that’s odd. He very rarely leaves me any longer than absolutely necessary. Leaning over, I relish the delicious soreness in my pussy as I pick up my tablet and check the ship rotation time, only to stare in shock when I realize it’s what constitutes as midafternoon to early evening on the ship. That means I’ve slept most of the day.

Murgul and I did stay up pretty late talking last night… then this morning’s events weren’t exactly on a schedule, and now I’ve napped entirely too long.

Huffing, I flip the covers back and hop out of bed before heading to the bathroom. Murgul cleaned me up earlier, but I still feel a bit grimy, and a shower will wake me up. Entering the shower stall, I cleanse myself quickly and hit the button for the dryer. Moving over to the sink, I scrub my teeth, brush my hair, and apply some product before hastily exiting the small room.

Forcing myself to focus, I grab the first dress I see and slip into it. I’m not going for a fashionable look—for the first timein my life. I’ve noticed that Murgul appreciates it when I wear pretty clothes for him, but out of respect for our burgeoning relationship, I refuse to wear anything as revealing as I did back on Earth. Satisfied with my selection, I snag a pair of comfy shoes, put them on, and head towards the door in search of Murgul. I’m cleaned, dressed, and out the door in what was most likely only twenty-ish minutes.

Proud of myself, I walk down the hallway with a spring to my step as I go in search of my mate. Arriving at the dining hall, I walk through the open door only to stop when an empty room greets me. Turning around, I head back and peer around the corner, only to feel a frown crease my face when I realize the armory door is shut.

Well, that’s strike two.

The only other place he could be is in the helm room. Heading back the way I came, I arrive at the door to the helm room, only to run face-first into it when it doesn’t slide open upon my approach. Groaning, I grab my nose as pain flares through my face. Shortly after I arrived, Murgul made sure that I had access to all of the common areas on the ship. He explained that I could either use the manual hand scanners or allow the ship to read something called my “bio-signature” to open doors. This is the first time a door I have access to has not opened for me.

Hmm. Maybe the scanner isn’t working?

Reaching out, I lay my hand on the pad next to the door, only to frown in confusion when the pad flashes red. Knocking on the door, I call out. “Murgul… Bikar? Are either of you in there?”

Silence.

Growling in frustration, I stomp back to my room to get my tablet. I’m going to get answers one way or another, and I damn well better get them soon.

Chapter Twenty

MURGUL

I still cannot believe I let the two of you talk me into this.

Stop complaining! This is going to be fun!

That is what worries me. When you have “fun”, it usually means that other beings die.

They’re Korgons. No being is going to miss them. Even here in the Void, there are rumors that the entire species is, in essence, being hunted by the great Commander DaR. That is why most of the accursed species are hiding here.

Shrugging into the biosuit,I buckle the belt around my mid-section, making sure it is fully secure before adhering the facial protection. Due to my horns, I am unable to wear the standardprotective helmet. Tapping the comm attached to my ear, I click it twice to make sure Bikar is linked in and listening.

“The comms are up, and I have a lock on your bio-signature, brother. You are covered. While you were suiting up, I activated the secondary cloaking device. We have slid underneath the Korgons’ radar and are directly beneath their ship. Per the schematics I borrowed from their hard drive, there is a small maintenance entry that will be just large enough for you to access.”