JORG: A sci-fi alien romance (Mail-Order Brides of Crakair Book 3) by Ava Ross

Author:Ava Ross [Ross, Ava]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2020-09-08T16:00:00+00:00

Nine

JORG

Waking suddenly, Jorg stared at the speckled ceiling. He stretched and shoved back the covers. How long had he been asleep?

Something had awoken him. There. That sound. An incoming communication.

Rising from the bed, Jorg strode to the bridge and engaged the onboard com with a smack of his palm.

“Yeah?” he said.

As he slunk down into his commander’s chair, Bryk’s holovid face appeared above the communicator.

“You on a mission?” Bryk grunted out. He glanced over his shoulder before his eyes trained in Jorg’s direction again.

“No.”

Bryk’s shoulder sekair flaps stood at full attention, and Jorg had a feeling they were primed with poison. What was going on?

“All right, then,” Bryk said. He paced inside his small office. “Are you in the third quadrant or…somewhere else?”

Jorg never shared his location with anyone. He trusted Bryk, but communication could be hacked. If he was on a covert mission, the last thing he needed was to draw the attention of any other vessel in his area.

“What is going on, Bryk?” Jorg barked, unease ratcheting up his spine. “Tell me.”

“There is something you need to know,” Bryk said, his voice grim. Lines creased his face, twisting his forehead scales into knots, and he glanced over his shoulder again. Was he worried someone in the house would overhear? He leaned forward, and his voice lowered. “It is about Lily.”

Any lingering sleepiness was blasted from Jorg. He gripped the leather armrests to the point of pain. “What about her?”

“She’s been taken.”

Jorg slammed his fists on the chair arms. “What do you mean?”

“She was at a party with friends, in one of their rooms. The ship was stormed and…Heille. The Commander was knocked unconscious. Many of the droid crew were destroyed or are malfunctioning. The Council sent a crew to take over the ship, plus a contingent of star cruisers to provide protection for those still remaining on board. It is a mess.”

“Who took her? What happened?” Jorg shouted, his heart thundering behind his ribcage.

“Three of the Earth mates were stolen from the ship, including Lily. The other women must have heard the screams, because they barricaded themselves in their rooms. Others hid in secure locations onboard. They are safe.”

A relief, but Lily…

“When did this happen?” Jorg asked hoarsely. His sekairs flared on his shoulders, the tips of the scaled flaps laced with poison he ached to deploy. Where was she? Heille, was she still alive?

“It happened eight denjars ago. The distress transmission was delayed by a meteor storm.”

Fuck. Eight denjars was eight too many. A glance at the dash clock showed he’d been asleep that amount of time. How had his stealth equipment missed a ship approaching the cruiser before he hit light speed and left the area?

He gnashed his teeth. He’d been daydreaming about kissing Lily when he departed. Gloating about his “cocky” actions. Savoring what they would do together when she arrived on Crakair.

He’d been complacent.

“Who is responsible?” he snarled. “What does the droid security detail report?”

“It was a group of Al’kieern, like with Sadie. Cloaked,

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