began my work as the Destroyer. There is more if you want to hear it.”
“Go ahead.”
“They tried over and over to replicate their success with me, but one of the donors and designers died with all their bodily samples destroyed and buried with them in the Ichadra way.”
“You remembered all this from one short contact?” He hugged her and pulled her more tightly against him.
“My entire first year rushed in on me in that moment. I had to get away as the realization came to me in that same moment. I wasn’t born. I was designed. It is going to take some time to come to grips with it.”
“Why did they hide it from you?”
She snorted and snuggled against him. “Because I couldn’t come to grips with it.”
“What?”
“I started to lose my mind. I wanted things I could not have, and they brought in a Minder to remove my first year at the base, leaving me with the knowledge of my skills and the world I was on and nothing else.”
“They took your awareness of self and locked it away.”
“Yes. They left me with duty and destruction. It was not a good replacement, so they had to trigger me into dormancy in between defence actions.”
“You said you were the first, why weren’t there any after you?”
“A set of Vorwings tried to buy me, and when that wasn’t working, they demanded me or they would exterminate the entire city of Fashdora. They didn’t treat the threat seriously, and the entire research facility that I was decanted in was destroyed along with the city. I destroyed the attack ships and all those hovering in the immediate vicinity. They set me on the highest promontory, and I destroyed every intra-orbital vehicle that was sent after me. It took two weeks, but they finally stopped coming.”
Rathi sighed. “After that, they returned me to my training base and attempted to rebuild the research facility. Unfortunately, most of the contributing researchers were dead and the original samples were all destroyed.”
“So, you were alone and the only one of your kind.”
She shrugged. “I was the only power of my kind, but I was designed in the Ichadra pattern. The marks that I thought were of the Quen family are the marks of Fashdora city.”
“Which marks?”
She touched her cheeks and the dark marks around her eyes. “My cheeks’ marks are the city and the dark circles are the Ichadra marks.”
He chuckled. “They are very attractive. I guess that your lack of navel is also one clue that you were not born the normal way.”
She touched her abdomen. “I never thought about it but that does make sense. I would shower and step into my armour. The armour has design elements from all of the fourteen great cities of Ichadra.”
“How do you simply walk into your armour?”
She laughed softly and yawned. “I never thought about it. I simply need to be in it and I walk through it, stopping when everything is in the right place.”
* * * *
Jarrod looked down at Rathi. Her chest rose and fell evenly as she slept. She had drifted off between questions, and her weight was comfortable against him.
Olaris had panicked when Rathi had flown off. He had been terrified that her mood was going to blow half the continent. Jarrod had wished that he was able to follow the Destroyer, but she had flown off without him.
Her body was stunning. Her armour had concealed devastating curves and skin that was softer than the finest l’nal silk. It was taking every bit of self-control he had to not ease the robe off her shoulder to view more of it, but considering that the woman he was cuddling had destroyed entire fleets of invaders with the power of her mind, he was not going to push his luck.
Olaris had a line on a world where Rathi would be able to be free and protected from those who were trying to find her. The species on that world was having a problem with being removed from their planet by force, so having the Destroyer in place would assist in their attempts at survival.
Despite