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Zander paced the length of what had become his war room. Seke, his Master at Arms, stood against a wall, arms folded across his chest as they waited for Erick’s hologram to fully appear.
It flickered and then projected into the room from the ship he’d taken on a diplomacy trip to Jujo. His incoming transmission had been marked urgent, which worried Zander.
“My lord, we were attacked,” Erick said as soon as the conference began. Thank veck his business advisor knew how to get straight to the point.
“Taramina?” Seke barked. His concern for his daughter, Erick’s mate, was immediate.
Zander kicked himself for allowing Erick to take her. She was one of only three female Zandians of childbearing age alive.
“She’s fine. We all are.” Again, Zander appreciated Erick’s concise report.
“What
