Rendan (Scifi Alien Dragon Romance) (Dragons of Preor Book 4) Read Online Free PDF

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    Each Preor was motionless in their seats, no wings ruffling or twitches of muscles to reveal their feelings. They were simply frozen blank slates. She crossed her arms over her chest and stared out the window. Or rather, the ship’s projection of the passing scenery. She watched them descend through the clouds and pass over the large expanse of the Gulf of Mexico. They flew low enough for her to spy a pod of dolphins playing in the sea and she grinned at the sight.
    Yeah, she was heading into a future unknown, but at least she got a glimpse of normalcy before everything collapsed in on her.
    That “everything” was a hundred stories tall, an imposing building of sparkling glass, metal supports and concrete that sliced through Tampa’s sky. It grew larger and larger in the view screen, coming into focus the nearer they drew to the coast.
    They slowed, the ship lining up for a gentle landing. They touched down without a bump as if the landing gear merely kissed the landing pad with the lightest of touches. The warriors were quick to unbuckle themselves, rising from their seats and scattering—some out the back hatch and a couple others out the side. She was left with one yellow warrior, his face scarred with a single jagged line that ran from his right temple to the opposite jaw. A large scar from a killing blow—the Knowing supplied. Inferred based on positioning, depth and angle.
    Someone had tried to kill this sunshine hued Preor. Another supposition came from the Knowing, the assumption that he was injured during the great conflict on Preor.
    A victim of war. War… something she was familiar with—more than she liked.
    A door hissed, the entry to the cockpit sliding open, and a dark green warrior—his wings almost appearing black—stepped forward. He jolted to a stop, his attention flicking to the yellow male and then back to her.
    “Healer Carla joi Rendan Butler? Is something wrong?”
    Now it was her turn to jerk. Carla joi Rendan Butler. She swallowed hard, her stomach rolling and threatening to send her lunch back up. joi . She was joined to a Preor even if they’d never actually met. All she knew was his name and rank—Rendan sen Tarkan, offense master of the Preor Third Fleet.
    Rendan joi Carla, now.
    It struck her then. She was mated, her life had changed, and her future was uncertain. Yes, the events on the ship had happened , but she hadn’t realized the full depth of everything until that very moment.
    “Warrior Argan is to take you to your aah-part-ment . Is that not to your satisfaction?” The green warrior still spoke and she figured the yellow guy had to be Argan.
    “No, everything’s fine. I just wanted to say…” Well, now she felt like an idiot. It probably wasn’t a “thing” Preors did, but her father always had, so… “Thank you.”
    The green warrior frowned. “I do not understand, Healer Car—“
    She shook her head. “It’s something my father used to say whenever we traveled.” Which was always. She waved her hand, encompassing the small short flight. “It takes a lot of study, dedication, and a certain amount of faith in yourself to pilot a ship. You’re the reason I’m standing here and not in the middle of the ocean. I’m thanking you for every sacrifice, hard day and harder night, to get here. So,” she shrugged, playing it off as nothing. Those two words brought up some of her past, both good and bad. “Thank you for all you’ve done—today and in the past.”
    “I…” The green warrior’s mouth hung open for a moment and then he snapped it closed. “It was an honor, Healer Carla joi Rendan Butler.”
    Her face burned, embarrassed at the spectacle she’d created. Low murmurs from outside the ship filtered in and she thought she heard more than one male ask about what was taking so long. Lovely.
    “Right, um,” she pressed her lips together and then looked to Argan. “They’re sounding impatient. Should we…”
    He stared at her as if she