Lucius opens his eyes and stares at the red mountains. In his frantic transit across the galaxy to rescue Lilian he gave no thought to what would come after. Even if she did not return his love, he could not lose her. Her value to Serengeti and Bright Star is incalculable. That she loves him fills him with joy but also fear.
Shifting his gaze to the woman slumbering by his side, his heart shudders. She lives, but not without damage. Her feet are confined by healing structures. There is a six-inch curl of white along her left side at the waist from a dagger strike. Does the author of that wound live, Lucius will ensure it is not for long. None will threaten her, not even his kinsman.
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Published on April 18, 2020 08:55