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as well as other systems, hasn’t it?”
    Effin nodded. “You knew.”
    “I suspected it. There would be no other way to restrict the power that a talent’s body generates naturally. It would have to become part of the body.” She ran her hand down the sleeve of her suit. “I tried to cut it off on my second day. The pain was intense and it bled as I did.”
    Effin nodded. “When Reset has arrived, I will send word to the Citadel. For now, you have a clean bill of health and as soon as I run my checks on Ysyr, you can be on your way. Your body is fine, but the skin they grafted on will have to be removed if you are to gain your full power.”
    She nodded and sat on the chair he held out for her. Ysyr stepped onto the same scanner she had just been tortured on and after six passes, he was set free with no ill effects.
    She scowled at him and he smiled.
    “Jealous.”
    “Yes. It isn’t fair, but I suppose that it will be my destiny to make sure that you pay for this moment of inequality.” She grinned. “Thank you for your help, Effin. I look forward to meeting the two who will assess whether my freedom can ever be achieved.”
    Effin straightened, “This is the Sector Guard, Colah Geering, your freedom is my guarantee, but it might not be pleasant.”
    She twisted, “Being bound isn’t pleasant. One day of pain for a life of freedom is a fair trade.”
    He grinned, “I like your attitude. I will make the request immediately.”
    Ysyr wrapped an arm around her waist. “Thank you, Doctor. We are thankful for your help.”
    Effin stifled a laugh and inclined his head. “Have a good day.”
    They left medical and Col looked up at her companion, “What was that about?”
    “Sorry, I am a little touchy when other men become too friendly with you. It will be moderated at another stage in our relationship.”
    She blinked as they walked into the sunlight. “So, your mood is dependent on access to my body?”
    He shrugged and she could swear that his skin darkened slightly. “Apparently.”
    “How are we getting to the Citadel?”
    Ysyr started to remove the long robe that concealed him. “Skimmers are traditional, but I prefer to run. If you carry my robes, I can carry you on my back.”
    She blinked at the image. “If you can bundle up your own robes, I can fly there.”
    He paused. “The Resicor told me you were restricted from flight.”
    She laughed, “They don’t know everything. Some power will not be suppressed and I managed to gain a bit of skill with my own personal transport.”
    He nodded. “I will stow the robes in my shuttle and race you to the Citadel.”
    She sighed. “As you wish.”
    She watched his body in the form-fitting suit and admired the flex and bunching of muscles as he walked to his ship. He returned in a few seconds and she drew in a surprised breath when his face elongated and fur sprouted. She faced a huge cat whose shoulder was almost even with her own.
    He rubbed against her with his head. The black fur covering his body had the same reddish highlight as his normal hair.
    When he finished scent marking her like a pet, she had had as a child, he whirled and bolted for the Citadel.
    She grinned, “Cheater!”
    With a push of her mind, she was up and a second later, she was on her way, the air of Morganti supporting and nourishing her as she increased her speed to catch her wayward instructor. He might like the chase, but she could definitely see the appeal in pursuit. She might just change things up a bit.

Chapter Eight
    She tried to pace him at first, but the thrill of open flight when she had never been able to engage in it before intoxicated her. Col increased her speed until the world around her blurred.
    The Citadel shot past beneath her and she sighed before turning back and flying into the courtyard to wait for her companion. A young woman in robes came up to her and smiled. “Can I help you, mistress?”
    Col grinned, “No. I am just waiting for a friend. He is not