I was going to be planetside for the first time in years, and of all planets, it was going to be on Earth. Someone disgraced like me unexpectedly assigned to pilot the first team to our homeworld? It was legendary. If she’s here, someone on The Dreadnaut will notice she’s gone. Gemma’s presence is the only thing giving me the slightest hope of rescue. She’s our ship’s communications officer, and is being traded to alien men for tech. Rasping, haggard breaths push my lungs to their limits, and still, I can’t keep up with Gemma. Leaves, branches, and thorns from alien plants abrade and rip at my clothes, exposing skin. The forest is thick, filled with so much overgrowth it’s hard to move through it. She comes back, grabs my arm again, and we keep running. “Gemma,” I wheeze, bracing against a tree. Panting, I chase after her through the trees but lose her. “Don’t stop,” she gasps, eyes darting left and right. Gemma yanks my arm, and I stumble forward, my boots catching over a bush.
I’ve paid the price to mate her, and she needs to know a gilded nest is better than freedom in my world. To make her my queen.īecause if any other naga male tries to take Daisy away from me, I will kill them. I vow to wipe them away and banish her fear. Any resemblance to actual persons, places, or events is purely coincidental.Ĭover Art by Naomi Lucas and Cameron Kamenickyįrom the moment her name is spoken, it is all I can hear. No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form without permission in writing from the author.Īny references to names, places, locales, and events are either a product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. An Ancient Castle and High-tech TrappingsĪll rights reserved.
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