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waiting for him so they could leave. At lunch, if the ladies agreed, their possessions would be loaded too. Everything had to be planned precisely so they would leave right after the last lecture of the day.
    His daig assured him it was essential and they should have left today to avoid a shit storm that was on its way. Damn! Even his demon was using Lista’s sayings. Norvir entered his room to find a message light flashing on the inter-hotel communications system. No one had any reason to contact him this way and he was tempted to ignore it, but curiosity won out.
    Mr. Norvir, this is James Dumont, one of the lecturers in the seminar you are attending. It has come to my attention that you might be a representative of Oison. If you are, I would like to offer my services and possibly those of other specialists I have influence over. I would like to meet with you, after my lectures tomorrow conclude, if this will work for you. Please contact me.
    Shit! Just shit. How did he know? Maybe that was why he had shown such interest in Norvir when he had attended Dumont’s lecture. If he answered him, he would be giving information away. If he ignored him, Dumont would draw his own conclusions. A sense of dread permeated the air around him. There was no good way to handle this man and Dumont was dangerous. How, he wasn’t sure. The fact that he was trying to make the letter formal by using Mr. wasn’t lost on him either. James Dumont didn’t like him, but he didn’t like Dumont either.
    Norvir contacted the front desk. “I received a message on your coms. I would like to send an answer.”
    “Are you aware you can answer directly, Sir?”
    “I am. This is the way I prefer to answer. I don’t have time for a conversation right now. The message is to James Dumont. Tell him I will be in touch after the last lecture.”
    “You will be in touch after the last lecture. I have it, Sir, and it will be sent right away.”
    “No rush. Thank you.” Now Norvir would wonder, had he handled it correctly?
    Once they were safely aboard ship, he would send Dumont his thank you for the offer, but decline it. He didn’t want that man anywhere near his planet, his people, or Nat. It didn’t matter that he had no specific reasons to distrust the man. His demon was empathic to some degree and wiser than his male side. Trusting in his demon was easy, trusting in an unknown human male was not.
    With that taken care of, for better or worse, Norvir showered and laid down to sleep. It was weird being on the space station even for just a couple days because there was no sun to shine on him and his feet never touched the dirt or grass. Never would he have thought that would throw him off as much as it had in such a short time. His sleep wasn’t as peaceful as it would have been on Oison and his demon was restless. Eventually he did sleep, even though he did not feel rested in the morning when he woke.
    That didn’t matter because he knew he needed to get up and get things down. He was ready with his bag packed in just a few minutes. Checking out was a breeze and a porter delivered his bag to the ship. Morelan verified its arrival by sending a text. At least those things he had control of were on track. Norvir headed to the seminar arriving just in time to fix himself a plate of food and grab a seat before Nat began.
    Nothing calmed his demon as much as seeing Nat at the front of the room, safe and sound. Nothing bad had happened yet. There was hope they might escape before any disaster hit them. He was usually the hopeful one in any crowd. Positive thinking, as long as it was backed up by a plan in case of disaster, never hurt anyone.
    Now he relaxed, turned on his recorder, and snacked on the food on his plate as he listened to Nat lecture. Her intense dedication to her passion as well as the anger she felt at companies that continued practices proven to be bad for the planet, showed in her words and her tone. He was right to expect a moving