Chapter Twelve
“Trelon,” Cara started to say before she blew out an exasperated breath. “Alright, I’ll man the controls while you go through the ride.”
“Thank you, mi elila,” Trelon murmured, brushing a kiss across her lips. “I just want to see how the programming works.”
“You’re just worried it won’t,” Cara teased, leaning into him and sliding her hands up to his shoulders.
“One of Trelon’s programs not work? Only in a Curizan’s dream,” A deep voice replied dryly, startling Trelon. “They always were envious of your weapons systems, Trelon.”
Trelon turned, pushing Cara protectively behind him and clenched his fists. “Viper! I swear one of these days I’m going to take your head off,” he growled with a shake of his head before he straightened and relaxed. “We weren’t sure you were going
