a lie. They didn't have time for the Sirenali to place obsession on that particular victim, and he said he wasn't Loftin Qualls when they were leading him to the execution chamber. Lexsi knew then he was telling the truth. Unfortunately, they killed him anyway, and then cremated his remains. We may never know who died that night."
"You are a Guli?" Kell asked. He was interested immediately.
"Well," I dropped my eyes. It embarrassed me for some reason. My mother was a Guli, and she was so much better than I at all of this.
"You are." Kell dipped his chin in a slight nod when I looked up at him. "A fortunate thing for us, I think. You and your High Demon mate will nullify any spells, and your Guli skills will know truth from lie—perhaps past a Sirenali's obsession, even?" He turned back to Anita.
"We hope so; we just don't know how strong the obsession is," Anita admitted. Already, Kell knew what she was. I wanted to ask him where he'd come across Sirenali before, but I didn't. I didn't want to pry. Not yet, anyway.
Davis and Kory walked into the kitchen while we were talking, Davis' eyes brightening with hope when he saw there was still salmon left to make more croquettes. "How many do you want?" I smiled at him.
"Six?" He grinned.
"I think I can do six," I said and went to work.
* * *
Kordevik
Lexsi hesitated outside her bedroom door. She was tired; we had an early start scheduled the following morning and there was no time for a discussion concerning what lay between us.
A kiss, a bite—immediate unconsciousness—and a lifetime mate.
"Baby, we'll find time to discuss this," I said. "When you're ready and not before. Okay?"
Her eyes, the blue of a fresh, spring day, blinked before she nodded. "Yeah." She dropped her gaze and reached for the doorknob.
I love you, I sent . I—and my Thifilathi—will never harm you . I turned then and walked into my bedroom across the hall. I had to, before I broke my promise and rushed to her, to crush her body and her mouth against mine.
* * *
Lexsi
Kell was satisfied that we had better transportation than a commercial flight the next morning, although a seven AM arrival at the airport wasn't on anybody's wish list.
The jet was supplied by the military, but it had more room than a commercial flight for long legs and wide shoulders.
Kell's approval shone in his eyes as he took a seat next to Davis. Thomas sat beside Anita, while Kory and I took the next set of seats. "Have you ever flown an aircraft?" Kory grinned at me as we buckled our seat belts.
"I flew a couple—nothing like this," I said. Nenzi had taken me many times to show me how to fly hoverchoppers and such. This plane didn't have the computers onboard that I was used to. I wouldn't attempt to fly this thing.
"I learned how to fly a few things—King Jayd is working on his air patrol. I might feel my way through this," he grinned.
"Awesome. If the pilots faint, you're in charge," I said.
"Stop talking about fainting pilots," Anita turned in her seat to glare at Kory.
"Stop acting like you can't get yourself out of here if it becomes necessary," Kory shot back. "If I knew where this place was, I'd have carried Lexsi and Kell with me. You could take the others."
Anita grimaced at Kory and turned back in her seat. She didn't like leaving Watson behind, even if he were with his sister, who was taking good care of him. I hoped Watson realized how much Anita cared and worried about him. I'd seen her lost look when she believed him dead.
"The boss says we have to get there using normal transportation," Davis broke in. "We'll be met by prison officials, who aren't pleased that we're questioning their security."
"You mean they think that we think those prisoners got out using mundane methods?" I asked. "And then substituted ten others, who look exactly like them?"
"You see the quandary we face," Davis shook his head. "These people are human, and don't believe in other races or other worlds."
"You think
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