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a new goblet of ale for Grayson and laid the dinner tray
    on his lap. "If you refuse to find sexual sustenance, then you need food, so
    eat." Her voice was firm and told him this was the price for her dropping
    the earlier subject.
    He smiled, picked up a piece of bread, and bit off a corner.
    Ryan refilled his borrowed goblet of ale. "From what you've said, Gray, the
    Seer is an independent and very stubborn woman. She has her own
    business and a life back on Earth. We can't just huddle around her bed and
    when she wakes up tell her she's been chosen to give up her entire life,
    move to a different planet, and participate in a triangle that resembles
    Earth's Roman orgies so we can save our planet."
    A dull throb started behind Grayson's temples and slowly radiated
    outward until the pain in his shoulder throbbed with the same rhythm. All
    his energy had been focused on finding the Seer. He hadn't given much
    thought to breaking the news to her about what they hoped she would give
    up, and do, for a planet she knew nothing about.

    A quick glance around the room assured Grayson he wasn't the only one
    who had put off that particular line of thinking. Everyone's faces darkened
    with concern.
    The queen sat on the foot of Grayson's bed, careful not to jostle his food
    tray. "We've found her—we can't just give up now. There have obviously
    been women in the past who were willing to do this—from what I can tell
    from the queen's archives, the triangle has been instituted at least three
    times in our history."
    Alyssandra had been kidnapped when she was an infant and taken to live
    on Earth with the losing faction of a quarter of a century old civil war. The
    kidnappers had raised her ignorant of her true heritage, and Alyssandra's
    mother, Annalecia, had slowly weakened on Tador from grief and strain.
    Annalecia's symbiotic relationship with their home planet had deteriorated
    until Tador had slowly begun to sicken and die.
    Luckily, Alyssandra had been recovered and was able to ascend the throne
    in her mother's place, but now the planet was too far gone for only the
    queen and king to repair through their generation of sexual energy. Their
    only hope seemed to lie in some obscure references in the queen's
    archives—something called the triangle.
    Unfortunately, time was extremely short. The Seer had to be taken through
    the Klatch coming-of-age ceremony on her twenty-fourth birthday, which
    was just a handful of days away. Only then could the triangle ritual be
    completed.
    Alyssandra chewed her bottom lip and shook her head, the beads in her
    scattered braids clinking together softly. "I think we need to convince her to
    stay for a while and get to know the planet, the Klatch, and Grayson, and
    hope she falls in love with all three enough so she will want to stay here
    with us and perform the triangle."
    Grayson let the idea roll around in his mind for a minute. "She'll be angry
    when she finds out we lied to her." A large fist closed around his heart at
    the thought of starting a relationship on omissions and lies. But even if the
    civil war hadn't happened, he would've been slated to marry another fullblooded Klatch and produce heirs, regardless of his personal feelings. How
    was this different, except that he had found the woman himself?
    Ryan leaned forward, setting his goblet of ale on a nearby table. "True, but
    once she calms down, she'll understand why we had to omit a few facts up
    front."
    "I'm not so sure about that." King Stone's expression showed nothing but
    doubt.
    "It's not like we have much of a choice. Otherwise, we've lost before we've
    started." Ryan stood and gazed around the room. "We said we were willing
    to do whatever it took to save the planet and institute the triangle. Are we,
    or aren't we?"
    Stone scrubbed a hand over his face, his appearance suddenly tired and
    sad. "It's up to you, Grayson. She's slated to be your mate. Do we tell her
    outright, or go with Alyssandra's plan?"
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