Warlord's Return - Cynthia Sax Page 0,2

been stronger than it had been for the other warriors. He was the only one inflicted with the os khonzon.

When they were at war, everyone had fought, and the difference hadn’t been as noticeable.

Now, it was accentuated.

A gerel might lessen the gap. If…when he uncovered her location.

The female genetically meant for him wasn’t situated in the Chamele sector. He had been included in too many transmissions, been involved in too many campaigns, for her to have not heard his voice, to have known he was hers.

She wouldn’t be found in the Refuge, where they were headed. During their last visit to Carinae E’s largest settlement, he had purposefully met as many beings living there as possible, stealthily looking for her.

He hadn’t located her.

That left Ariq with a choice.

He could search for his gerel on other planets. If he was fortunate, those planets might be hostile. He could participate in a few more battles while he looked for his female.

That appealed to him…greatly.

But he would have to part temporarily from Second, Qulpa, the rest of the warriors. Chameles were very insular. They rarely left their sector. He couldn’t ask them to make that sacrifice for him.

The other option was to accept his unbonded status, come to terms with always being the single in a grouping of couples, watch as the younger warriors like Yesun and eventually, Rinchinbal, met their gerels.

He could ease the os khonzon, the vengeance, with trips to Chamele 4, the hunting planet. It was occupied by the Chamele clones now, but they would grant him permission to track and kill prey there.

That would be…bearable.

His nose wrinkled. His choice was, in truth, no choice. He had to search for his gerel. That, at the minimum, would give him a purpose.

When he found his female, he would return with her to the Chamele sector. Eventually they would move to his birthing settlement on Chamele 2.

He squared his shoulders and entered the bridge.

As predicted, Second and Qulpa held their gerels on their laps. The chatter stopped and the females straightened as they noted his presence.

Ariq gritted his teeth and claimed his seat beside Second. “Beverage and nourishment bars have been delivered to our stowaway.”

“It can’t be sanitary in the ceiling.” Lead Medic, Second’s gerel, frowned.

“Are you implying my ship is dirty?” Second would have previously fought a being who had dared to utter such an insult. But that was in the past. This planet rotation, he appeared amused with his human’s comment, his eyes sparkling with mirth.

“Bots are assigned to the ceiling spaces.” Head of Ship and Weapons Design, Qulpa’s gerel, tapped on the viewscreen resting on her leather-clad thighs. “I’ve doubled their allotted time for cleaning.”

Qulpa kissed the top of her head. His hands were on the viewscreen embedded in the console. The pilot preferred to be in constant communication with the warship.

“The ceilings aren’t comfortable for a young female.” Lead Medic expanded on her concerns for Lysagh.

Being on the bridge wasn’t comfortable for Ariq. “She chooses to be stay there.” His jaw firmed. “I will respect that choice.” He would also defend it. “And we have mere planet rotations left in the journey.”

There was a long pause.

The warriors and their gerels looked at each other. They were communicating silently.

Excluding him.

Ariq stared at the main viewscreen, at the vastness of space, and he contemplated joining Lysagh in her ceiling hideaway.

“I’ll design a bot for her.” Head of Ship and Weapons Design broke the silence. “Everyone needs a friend.”

Zondoo. Ariq pressed his lips together. She was likely designing a bot for him too.

“I—”

“There’s an incoming communication.” Ariq interrupted whatever it was Qulpa planned to say. “It’s originating from Carinae E.”

“Hulagu must be contacting us.” Second smiled.

Hulagu, Second’s brother, was the primary reason for the visit to the planet. That warrior had found his gerel also.

“I’m opening communications.” Ariq warned the occupants of the bridge.

A shadowed face appeared on the main viewscreen. He straightened. That darkened countenance belonged to Kralj, the Ruler of the Refuge.

A surge of energy flowed over Ariq. It lifted the small hairs on his arms, caused his skin to tingle.

The all-powerful, all-knowing modified humanoid was one of the scariest beings he had ever encountered. His unique abilities extended through the communication lines.

Even Kralj had a mate.

Dita, the Ruler’s tiny assassin female, sat beside the male. Her gaze was on them, her eyes bright with interest.

“Kralj, sir.” Second’s voice was edged with the respect the Ruler warranted.

“Chameles, Medic.” Those words seemed to come from everywhere. “There has been increased