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shoulder,
just picked up her fork and knife and started to work on her meal.  Another
perk of mating with Lo, she never went hungry.  Lena knew he was hovering with
that heat in his eyes aimed at her.  She could feel it on the back of her neck
left bare by her braid.  She waved her knife in his general direction while she
chewed something no doubt expensive.  “Spare me the double talk and flirting. 
You know what I’m talking about, and you gave your oath you would give me
answers, not double talk.”
    He took his seat across
from her before answering, leaving an elusive whiff of something wild and hot
in his wake, but at least he was on his side of the table.  “Very well, our Jackson
is not a bluffer.  Stubborn, disrespectful, and without filters, but I have
never known him to prevaricate.  If he says he plans on banning me from the
auction, he will attempt to make that happen.  I have called a meeting with The
Collector himself to see that it does not.”  He did not even try to control the
little snarl that accompanied his statement.
    Lena tilted her head to
study him.  She did not stop eating, but she did pause briefly.  “You seem more
upset about meeting with The Collector, then Jackson trying to ban you. Why is
that?”
    Lo clucked out his
annoyance.  “I would rather deal with Jackson Ambar with all his honest, and it
must be said, annoying bravado for the rest of my days, than spend a second in
the company of The Collector.  The man reeks of deceit.  It fowls the air wherever
he walks, and after dealings with him, it sticks in my nose for days.”
    “Then why attend his
auction at all?”
    “Simply put, I want what
he is selling.”
    “Which is?”
    There was a second of
silence that had Lena looking up from her half-finished meal.  Lo sighed, “An
immortal stone.”
    Lena dropped her
silverware, and stopped eating before she had cleared her plate, a first for
her.  Her eyes hit Lo’s with shock.  “You’re not serious?”
    “I am deadly serious.”
    “What would you even need
one of those for?  The Prime do not age, you are impervious to disease, and you
heal from just about any wound.”
    “The Prime do, as are any
who are born and raised on Alpha Prime.  But our mates not born Prime do not.”
    Lena sucked in a hard
breath, her eyes trapped in implacable gold.  “You’re here for me.”
    “I am most emphatically
here for you.  And the second I get my hands on that stone, you and Jackson
will be on hand to touch it, thereby making you impervious to age, disease, and
capable of healing most any wound.”
    Lena sat back in her
chair, the breath leaving her body making her light-headed.  “We will skip over
that part for a moment; we can go back to that and the part where most people
who touch an immortal stone die during the transformation, after you answer my
other questions.  Why Jackson?  And why me?”
    “The answer is one and
the same.  You are my fated wife, my Pletar, and I have known this since I
survived my mate vision quest and saw your face in the flames, yours with
Jackson beside you.”
    “You saw my face?”
    Lo Cordan’s attention
sharpened, his eyes caressing the lines of her face.  “I have seen your face
every night in my dreams since the vision unfolded, over two thousand years
ago.”
    “That’s why you didn’t
kill me, why you claimed me instead.”
    “Yes,” his voice filled
with implacable resolve.  “You are mine, you have always been mine, and I will
ensure that you always remain mine.”
    Lena swallowed hard, “And
Jackson?”
    “In the vision, it was
revealed that you would touch a stone and either live immortal or die.  You
will not survive the transformation of its touch without both your Roenh
bonded to you.”
    “Jackson,” she said
quietly, her eyes dropping. She rubbed at them with both hands.  “And you know
this stone of power I touch is an immortal stone?”
    “Nothing else I have ever
heard of grants