Warlord Reunited by Cynthia Sax

Author:Cynthia Sax [Sax, Cynthia]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Romance, Erotica
ISBN: 9781419946851
Publisher: Ellora's Cave
Published: 2013-07-04T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Four

“Territory scan complete, Captain,” the ship informed Elle three peaceful planet rotations later, that time having been spent orbiting Chamele 4, strengthening the ship’s defenses and rutting with her sexually insatiable Warlord. She couldn’t recall a time when she’d been happier. “Sixteen humanoids detected. Zero clones detected.”

“Impossible,” Berke scoffed, clad only in leg coverings and black boots, his big body dominating the chair beside her. “It must be a malfunction. I’ve requested all of our hunting parties to return to their home planets and prepare for an attack against Tolui.”

“You’re assuming they’re Chameles.” Elle transferred the information, displaying the sixteen humanoid heat signatures on the main viewscreen, the proof indisputable. The heat signatures ranged in size and shapes, each believably unique. “Your malfunction is heading toward the Khatagtai Mountains.”

“They’re off-planet squatters.” Berke leaned forward in his seat, the muscles over his back rippling, and Elle’s fingers twitched, her desire to touch him, to stroke his tanned skin, escalating. “How did we not detect them?”

“How indeed?” she asked dryly. “The monitoring system for this planet is older than I am. My first-solar-cycle students could land on Chamele 4 without detection.”

Red color streaked across Berke’s scarred cheeks. “It’s an inhospitable planet, unfit for permanent settlement.” He edged his voice with ice, his tone not fooling Elle. Her Warlord was clearly embarrassed by his failure. “And we’ve been preoccupied with fighting the war.”

“While I have one hundred and seven bounty hunters in training monitoring planets, places no one wishes to have monitored” Elle replied, her words as clipped and emotionless as his. “But yes, yes, they’re safe.” She anticipated his response. “As safe as I was on Dorian 2.” She touched the scar on her neck.

Berke lowered his eyebrows and narrowed his eyes, his face hard. “Ellie,” he growled.

The heat signatures disappeared. “Wait.” She scanned the area and couldn’t locate them. “You were correct, Berke.” Elle frowned. “It must have been a malfunction.” She edged the ship closer to one of Chamele 4’s moons, expanding her search. The heat signatures didn’t reappear. “Because they’re gone.”

“They’ve accessed the ancient tunnels.” Berke stared at the main viewscreen, his chin jutted, his profile as cragged as the ice-covered mountains on his home planet. “The rock on Chamele 4 acts as a shield, blocking all signals.” He swept one of his big hands over his hair, pushing the long black tendrils back. “I’ll add evicting squatters to my tasks to do.”

“It would be a great training exercise for my more advanced students.” Elle continued with her campaign, determined to prove to Berke that she and her students would add value. “They could work together, supervised by the trainers, experienced bounty hunters.”

“Ellie.”

“The junior females could upgrade your antiquated monitoring systems, detecting future squatters and possibly clone invasions.” She ignored Berke’s pussy-moistening growl, warming to the possibilities. “We’d run flights over the Noirsooroi Desert and—”

“An unidentified warship has entered the system, Captain,” the ship interrupted. “The unidentified warship has locked upon us.”

“What?” Elle straightened in her chair, fear coursing down her spine.

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