Trelon woke to the sounds of alarms going off and heated voices in the other room. His symbiot, which had been taking up most of the bed until he had shoved it away from him was off the bed and gone in a flash. Trelon closed his eyes, trying to get his fuzzy brain to work. Even his dragon refused to respond to the alarms and voices this time.
It was the third—or was it the fourth, he wondered tiredly—time the alarms and voices had woke him up. The first time, he had dragged his tired ass out of the bed only to discover Jarak, the ship’s head of security, arguing with his mate. It appeared the new training program he had designed for the warriors had been replaced with something else. He had shaken his head tiredly and just turned around and gone back to bed.
The second time, he figured h
