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“Oh dear, I didn’t even know she’d left. I thought she was in the garden or praying and I hadn’t seen her yet. Oh no, this is awful.”
Useless. They are useless. Smoke wafts from my nostrils. I brush past the group and march down the hall.
“I know where they took her,” a deep voice rings out.
I turn to see a large Creekan male approaching. He has the bearing of former military. “Three guards took her less than an hour ago,” he reports, “they arrived in a military transport vehicle with the order’s insignia. They snapped her in restraints and pushed her into their vehicle and she was gone. I was unable to follow but I did write down their vehicle code and I’ve been using my military tablet to triangulate their destination. She’s being taken to the Wailing Winds nunnery in the frozen tundra.”
The crowd in the hallway grows quiet. We all know what that means, and it isn’t good. That place is notorious for their dispassionate adherence to scripture and their passion for poverty, pain and penance. I must save Lorelei from their clutches. “Come with me,” I tell the male. “We will use your tablet to find her exact location.”
And we race out together for the hovercraft.
I am going to save her and our offspring.
One hourlater we land on a vast field of permafrost, next to a monastery that looks as cheerful as a maximum-security prison.
I step out of the hovercraft, ready to grab my female and go. “I’m not here to negotiate or barter. They will release her or pay the consequences,” I tell the Creekan as I hand him a blaster.
“Understood,” he grins.
An older Gravian nun in a white robe opens the door to their sanctuary. Head Nun Underwood looks kindly and peaceful, but I know that’s a lie. I’ve encountered her before on Minos and she’s a force to be reckoned with. “Firestone,” she greets with a flat affect.
“Underwood,” I answer. “I am here to take Trainee Hastings back with me to Westmore.”
“Cabal,” Lorelei yells out. “Cabal, is that you? I’m here.”
I glance over the nun’s shoulder and see that Lorelei has been busy peeling the largest pile of potatoes I’ve ever seen. She’s been here for barely an hour and they’ve already put her to work? These nuns are crazy.
A row of Gravian guards circles us from behind.
I bare my fangs. A deep growl rumbles in my throat.
The Creekan male powers up his blaster. “I’ve got this,” he tells me.
Fire churns in my chest and black smoke wafts from my nostrils. “I’m ready to burn this place to the ground,” I warn Underwood.
The Head Nun of Wailing Winds frowns. “This human is here to serve out her penance. You cannot stop this.”
“I can stop this, and I will. She leaves with me now.”
A crowd of nuns and other trainees serving their penance gather in the sanctuary behind the Head Nun. Underwood narrows her dark eyes at me and lifts her chin, “You have no legal say as to her placement.”
“I do. She is my Bound.”
A snort of derision leaves her lips, “She can’t be your Bound, you are living under vows of silence and celibacy. This is impossible. You shouldn’t even be speaking right now.”
There are nods of agreement from the crowd.
They think they’ve got me boxed. Heh. I will prove them wrong. “My vows were nullified today on the main altar at Minos,” I declare loudly, for all to hear, “retroactive to one moon cycle ago, therefore I am free to speak for this female. I declare her a noble being and her penance unnecessary.”
There is a general gasp of surprise from all in attendance.
“Prove it,” Underwood challenges. She steps aside and gestures for me to enter. “Prove to me that she is your Bound.”
The crowd parts and I step over to my female. I pull her up from her seat and she drops the peeler and more potatoes tumble out of her lap. She’s still wearing a simple brown robe and she’s even more beautiful than I remember. I know how thick and curvy her figure is under all that fabric and I can hardly wait to get her home and strip her naked. I’m going to kick all of our visitors out of the monastery and declare us closed for a whole week while we stay in bed and fuck.
“I’m pregnant,” she tells me, tears streaming down her soft face. “Cabal, you’re going to be a father.”
I fall to the ground before her and place my claws on her hips and kiss her stomach through the thick fabric. “I love you,” I breathe.
