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broad man with chestnut hair and golden
eyes. A new voice tickled at her brain.
    ::Welcome, Pa Syn, I am Bron, your bonded
and the WarriorMate of Zaron. I’m very afraid we have inadvertently
thrown you into the middle of a volatile situation about which we
have little time to explain.:: Bron’s face looked as if he
smelled something foul.
    “The idea that a traitor perpetrated the
incident on the Brightstar will cause much distress in
council at rising. I’m afraid we host for this moontine instead of
courting you properly.”
    “Just tell me what you need and I’ll help to
the best of my ability.”
    Bron brushed her forehead with his lips. “No
worries Pa Chette. Your mates thought of this and asked one of the
chefs from the Brightstar to prepare the Earthen
dishes.”
    “Oh, no!”
    “What distresses you so, Cynthia?”
    “The menus that the chefs on Brightstar used to fabricate Earthen cuisine came from the
worst take-out menus in Washington D.C. We can’t serve that.”
    ::Take-out?:: three voices asked
dubiously.
    “Coffee, I need some coffee,” Syn murmured to
herself.
    ::Coffee?:: asked Bron.
    “A sludge-like beverage to which the Earthen
fem seem addicted,” Zaron answered.
    Nafer put in, “That is only because our chefs
know squat about making it.”
    “Squat?” Zaron inquired with a raised
brow.
    I’m going to tape that brow to his eyelid,
Syn decided.
    ::I’ll immensely enjoy your attempt,:: Zaron said as he kissed her lightly on the nape of the neck.
    * * * *
    Syn shivered as molten heat spread between
her legs.
    “Squat…It is a word in an Earthen language
called Slang, Poppie. It means they do not know how to do the
job.”
    “Naffie, there are some times when it is best
to stay out of our minds.”
    Syn’s brain worked at a feverish pace. She
didn’t doubt the bond, she felt the pull and heat that Anya
described along with the invisible tethers to these Warriors. She
worried about the inevitable consequences. These men are at the
highest social level on the planet. What will happen when they find
my history? Maddy will be at great pains to tell them. If we
complete the bond, they will be stuck with me forever and that will
harm the Sarran cause. I need time to think.
    “And you shall get it, Pa Chette.”
    Two lines appeared atop Syn’s forehead.
    “She doesn’t realize we know what she is
thinking. She has many layers of deeply felt pain. But now is not
the time.”
    She spoke aloud. “Princess Anya said that all
of our household goods were transported onto the Brightstar .
Is that true?”
    ::Yes, Pa Chette,:: Zaron
answered.
    “There was a refrigerator, a type of cold
storage box filled with Earthen food, and cabinets with boxes,
cans, and dishes. Where would they be?”
    “We put the items from the cold box in
stasis. The crew packed the things in the storage units into crates
and labeled each one. They can be transported home immediately if
you like.”
    “Cooking is a hobby of mine. I will need some
assistance, but I believe I can produce an acceptable Earthen
dinner along with Sarran delicacies by this evening with the help
of the chefs.”
    “Cookies and milk, Mommie?”
    “If your Daddies can arrange for my things
and I can figure out how the kitchen works, you will be eating
cookies by twelve tines.”
    Zaron interrupted her train of thought. “Pa
Chette, you need rest and at least one rising to accustom yourself
to the slight gravitational difference as well as the richer
oxygenation of our air.”
    Syn’s violet eyes blazed back and her jaw set
in stubborn rebuke.
    “We don’t have one rising. I have only one
chance to dispel the ugliness Maddy spread. I need to do this
right.”
    She was overcome by the realization that she
desperately wanted these two men and their boy to be hers.
    Syn saw Bron nod discreetly at Zaron.
    “It can be arranged.”
    “Close your eyes, Pa Chette. We will teleport
home.”
    “What?”
    “It will be all over in a