Prodigal Schemes by Marjorie King

Author:Marjorie King [Marjorie King]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Starscape Media, LLC
Published: 2021-04-07T00:00:00+00:00

The next day, TG interrupted their breakfast.

“Ophelia gives her OK,” she said over the speaker.

Ximena winced at TG’s voice. “I’m so sorry I exposed the ship so many years ago.”

“To be fair,” TG said, “it’s technically my fault. I’m the one who hacked in here.”

Knox didn’t answer, just glared at Alex over his coffee mug.

“So we can pick up a student from IAS now?” TrysKa asked, drawing Knox’s attention away from Alex.

“Specifically Mohan,” TG said.

Mohan? He’d graduated a few years before Alex. No one had mentioned that Mohan was one of the captives of psycho Shakespeare.

“And Ophelia told me which of her brothers and sisters to reveal Mohan to, Rosalind and Lysander,” TG said. “I’ll send their mission details and location to you.”

That actually ripped the laser-beam gaze of Knox off of Alex.

“She knows which kids would be best to see him?” Knox asked.

“Of course. She raised them. Knows them better than Shakespeare himself.” TG paused. “I did have a good reason for insisting you contact Ophelia.”

“Why these two?” Knox asked.

TG paused. She didn’t technically have to give him any more information, but then she sighed.

“Fine, I’ll tell you. Apparently Lysander and Rosalind have very different opinions about Teacher and his methods. Since your intent is to create a stir, spread doubt among his students, make him look bad, ya-da, ya-da, ya-da, those two will do the trick.”

Knox both growled and grumbled. He knocked back the rest of his coffee in one swallow, then stomped to the sink. TG’s living inside his ship’s system put Knox on edge enough as it was. But when she pointed out that Knox needed her to be there? That was crossing a new line altogether. Leaping clear over it, actually.

“When this is over,” Knox said, “get the hell out of my ship’s head.”

“I intend to without your orders,” TG said. “Believe it or not, I don’t like being here or hurting you.”

Knox sterilized the cup in the sink, then returned it to the cabinet. He must have calmed down, because he neither threw the cup against the wall nor slammed the cabinet closed. Alex heard TrysKa exhale.

You shouldn’t hold your breath, he clicked.

I didn’t realize I was, she clicked back.

Alex cleaned his own breakfast, then got ready quickly and silently, to avoid further scrutiny from Knox. He waited in the narrow tunnel of the cargo bay until Knox emerged.

“Let’s go get this Mohan lad,” Knox said, brushing past Alex without making eye contact.

“Yessir,” Alex said and fell in line.

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