Chapter Ten
His jaw tense with anger, Zaron entered his office and sat down. Pulling up a three-dimensional image of the local landscape, he superimposed a map of a prospective Center on it and started running the calculations. He had a lot of work to do prior to the Council’s arrival, but all he could think about was his ungrateful human guest.
He had saved her life. Saved. Her. Life. Without him, Emily would be a rotting corpse. And she was balking at having to stay in his house for an extra couple of weeks? He gritted his teeth, leaning forward in his chair. Was the idea of being with him so repugnant to her? Or was she just anxious to get back so she could work with that insane hedge fund leader she seemed to worship?
Zaron’s anger deepened at the thought. Issuing a curt order to hi
