Morgan's Choice by Greta van Der Rol

Author:Greta van Der Rol [Rol, Greta van Der]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Romance, Science Fiction, Fiction, General
ISBN: 9781936827077
Publisher: PfoxChase
Published: 2011-06-14T14:00:00+00:00

Chapter Twenty-Six

Morgan plucked a flower from a garden bed and twirled it in her fingers. The ornamental plantings were truly magnificent, a distraction from her unease. Seed pods and fruits put on a lovely display of russets and oranges and purples, with here and there silvery accent bushes or golden grasses. Late afternoon sunlight bursting through a hole in the cloud cover added a coppery burnish to the foliage. It wouldn’t last long. Already the sky all the way to the mountains was grey, with that tinge of brown that heralded rain.

At least they were letting her out on her own a little bit now—even if it was only around the house under the careful eye of a number of guards. It had been three days since their visit to Mellnar’s village. She’d been told Unwyn was okay and she could only hope that was true.

With a bit of luck she wouldn’t have to do any more guest appearances. The very thought of yet another performance made her ill. Now that Jones was dead, she would have to make the speeches. Freedom and justice for all; throw off the Mirka yoke. The only thing she’d really agreed with was getting rid of Murag. Why they’d put that man in charge of the planet was beyond her. At least putting him out of the way would improve things for everybody.

She scuffed her feet in the gravel, scrunching the stuff under her feet. Asbarthi had said he’d start his revolt soon; he’d been talking up Jones’ death at the hands of Murag’s forces. The King had become a martyr, Asbarthi could take over and she’d take off. Somewhere. But not back to Ravindra. She dredged up the image from her implants, Ravindra in his white dress uniform. Ravindra naked would have been better, but she hadn’t recorded any. Too busy being swept away on an orgasmic tide. She traced the lines of his tattoo with a mental finger, on his right shoulder blade. If he’d ever wanted more than a casual fuck, he wouldn’t any more. Queen of the Orionar hung around her head like a curse. Huh. She’d made a real success of getting him out of her head, hadn’t she?

“Suri Selwood, come quickly.”

She whirled, startled. Asbarthi approached her across the lawn, all decked out in high boots, white breeches and his gold brocade coat, a grin of satisfaction splitting his face. “The revolution has started. Our people have stormed the Governor’s palace. Sur Jones’ death was just the tipping point we needed.” He slipped an arm around Morgan’s shoulders and squeezed. “We will celebrate tonight.”

“Already?” She stepped away from him, out of his reach, hating his touch.

“Oh, yes. I’m told the palace will be ours in a few hours. All it needed was a spark. Come inside. I have pictures.”

Lakshmi, Akbar and Indira were already gathered. Asbarthi turned on the view screen.

“This is first footage from the palace.”

The scene showed a handsome domed building of red and black stone behind a forbidding metal fence.

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