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Councilor Roark, Outpost Two, Southern Continent, Planet Trion
“Councilor!”
I turned at the voice and looked between the two tents waiting for the owner of that deep voice to appear. The two suns made for a hot, bright day and I did not have proper cover to linger outside. The young man who ran toward me in the sand was newly assigned to my personal guard detail. He was my cousin’s son, eager and loyal, even if he was barely over twenty summers. “What is it, Byran?”
True, he was young, but his body shook with a mixture of eagerness and excitement “She’s here!”
When I frowned, he continued, “Your female. The alien from Earth.”
My back went straight and the breath left my body as if I’d been punched in the stomach. “My mate is here?” I asked. “The transport was to occur when the firs
