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She was flying down the stairs at that, hoping an idea would occur to her by the time she reached him.
“Why?” Gage gasped.
“Why?” Bulgaro asked. “Now let’s see. I could be mad at her just for working at Starling & Fleet. They charge by the fracking minute.”
“Money?” Gage rasped.
“The issue for me is that her firm was hired with no expense spared, to help me develop a choice piece of land,” Bulgaro stormed. “And after they took said money, she turned us in to the Intergalactic Environmental Bureau for building on land with lowland wolves.”
“What?” Gage asked, as Naomi neared the bottom of the tower.
“I had a clean environmental study, which was turned in with my permit applications,” Bulgaro said. “It was all cleared, until she ruined it.”
“The first environmental study wasn’t clean,” Naomi yelled, bursting out the doors.
The wind blew her hair around her face, but she made no move to smooth it down. Nothing mattered, nothing, but saving the man she loved. Her mate.
“Of course not, sweet cheeks,” Bulgaro laughed. “Why do you think I paid for a second one? For my health?”
“You bribed the second lab,” she said. “You bought a faked study that wouldn’t show evidence of those endangered wolves.”
“Bingo,” Bulgaro said. “But fake or not, that study is the one in the file. That’s my land, and I can do what I want with it.”
“Did you get all that, Oberon?” Gage asked, his voice suddenly sounding perfectly normal.
“I sure did,” Oberon replied.
The floating craft Bulgaro stood in dropped unceremoniously to the ground.
“Hey,” he screamed. “What is this? Who are you?”
“This is the Midsummer Fertility Center,” Oberon said. “And I am Oberon. I am in control here.”
Human and droid guards poured out of the woods and streamed for the fallen craft, more than it could possibly take to remove one furious man and cuff him.
But Naomi was already running for Gage. Instead of watching Bulgaro be dragged off while he wailed for a lawyer, she was cradling her mate in her arms.
“I’m okay,” he told her. “The net was only active for a few minutes. Then Oberon came back online, and I tapped out an alert on my bracelet.”
She pictured him arching and writhing in pain.
“How could you even see your bracelet?”
“I couldn’t,” he told her.
“Then how did you know Oberon was back online?” Naomi asked Gage.
“The birds,” he said simply. “Was I right, Oberon? Are the birds and insects your way of monitoring security in open areas like this?”
“Yes,” Oberon replied. “They are like nerve endings for me. I came back online and almost instantly I got the signal from your bracelet.”
“Incredible,” Naomi said, looking up at the sky, where Oberon’s voice seemed to originate. There was a wind now, and the clouds were moving, so many signs that the Center was returning to normal.
“Just to keep the two of you up to date, both local and intergalactic forces have been notified and provided with our recording,” Oberon said. “Bud Bulgaro will be in an intergalactic prison by the end of the day. You have nothing more to worry about.”
But the clouds had Naomi’s mind going in another direction.
“Athena,” she said, leaping to her feet. “Athena is hurt.”
