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Since he smashed it, no other mirror has
worked. The visions have come rushing at me, so fast I could see
nothing.”
    “ But you just told me your
vision,” Tyron said.
    “ I know, I remember.
That’s never happened before. Everything suddenly slowed down and
made sense.” Khal stepped out of Tyron’s embrace and looked dazed.
He rubbed his arms and glanced around the room before focusing on
Tyron again. “Everything made sense when you touched
me.”
    When I touched you? Tyron was at a loss. “What difference did I
make?”
    Khal swallowed. “I don’t know the
answer to that. What I do know is that’s the first time I’ve felt
in control for the last week.” Khal stepped forward, laying a palm
in the middle of Tyron’s chest. “It seems your touch is
healing.”
    Tyron lifted a hand to Khal’s face and
caressed his cheek. “You can have all that you want,
Oracle.”
    Khal smiled and leaned it to graze his
lips over Tyron’s lower one. Tyron parted his slightly, in hopes
the male would be tempted to taste some more. But he’d just
promised the oracle he wouldn’t touch him again without permission.
He’d already broken his vow.
    “ You know I only touched
you to prevent your fall,” Tyron whispered.
    Khal nodded. “I know,” he whispered.
“I like your touch. You make me feel good.”
    Tyron groaned. He leaned into the
playful kisses Khal was dropping and soon took command of the
male’s mouth. Khal melted into Tyron, and his body felt so right
against Tyron’s.
    The door slid open and one of his
brothers cleared his throat.
    Tyron sighed, angered over the
interruption. “What is it, Smythe?”
    “ We’re being followed,”
Smythe announced.
    Tyron rubbed his thumb over Khal’s
lips. “Later, we’ll finish this.”

Chapter Five
     
    Smythe smiled down at Khal as they
walked down the hall to the bridge.
    “ What are you staring at?”
Khal asked him after a moment.
    “ A very sexy male,” Smythe
answered.
    Khal’s face filled with heat at the
compliment, but he wouldn’t be caught up in the flattery. Just
because Tyron had proved his worth didn’t mean the other two
automatically earned a pass. “Do you think me easy because I come
from a whorehouse?”
    A frown replaced the smile
on Smythe’s face. “Kazru took advantage of you. There’s
nothing easy about that. What you had to do to survive doesn’t define you.
But it also doesn’t negate how attracted I am to you or the need I
see on your face.”
    Khal was struck by the words and
couldn’t quite decipher the emotion in Smythe’s gaze. He didn’t
have long to observe it. They arrived in the bridge seconds after.
Khal followed the two large males onto the bridge. Confines were
tight. There was barely enough room for the triad, so Khal hovered
against the rear wall. No way was he going to miss his first
venture into the stars. He wanted to see the universe floating
around him.
    Loud rings clanged around them, the
tinny sound bouncing off the metal walls. Tyron flipped a few
switches as he dropped into his seat and the din soon ended. Khal’s
gaze was drawn to the male and he watched everything Tyron did. His
strong hands moved confidently and Khal suddenly realized those
same hands had moved just as confidently across his skin. That
self-assured manner was intoxicating, especially compared to the
oft-times uncomfortable males he’d experienced at
Kazru’s.
    No, Tyron would know exactly what he
was doing, know exactly what he wanted. A tremor ran down Khal’s
spine as he contemplated a night spent in Tyron’s bed. Khal’s heart
still beat rapidly, and his skin craved touch. His cock was hard
and heavy between his legs, but there was a niggle of doubt
whispering behind all the need. Was he wanted for himself, or
because of what he could give them? After months of being under
Kazru’s protection, he’d learned to trust no one. His gut told him
he could trust these males, especially Tyron. With his gift still
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