by Kristie Cook
Sem moved up to walk on her other side once they were in the well-lighted ticketing area. He looked over at her and grinned.
“Well, Alice,” he said. “Are you ready to go through the looking glass?”
It was as apt a question as any, she supposed. Her world right then was crazier than anything Lewis Carroll had ever penned. As Ty led her with purposeful strides through the nearly-empty airport, she knew she was going through that looking glass whether she was ready or not.
Chapter 10
They approached a nondescript counter on the far side of the terminal. Kyra looked around for any signage indicating which airline they’d be flying, but couldn’t find anything. She would have passed right by the counter thinking it wasn’t in use if she’d been any other passenger traveling through the airport.
A blonde woman in her mid-to-late forties stood behind the counter. She wore a navy blue suit without any logos on it. Her silver name badge read, “Margo.”
Ty released Kyra’s arm and stepped in front of the counter. “Dane to speak with Rinaldi,” he said without preamble.
The woman must have been used to such requests. “Of course, Mr. Dane. One moment, please.”
Her gaze swept over Kyra and Sem as she lifted the phone on the small desk behind the counter. As she pressed a button and lifted the receiver to her ear, her gaze shifted back to Kyra. Her head tilted as though she was wondering if they’d ever met.
Ty shifted, blocking her view. Kyra guessed he didn’t want people asking too many questions.
“How does he know all this stuff?” she whispered to Sem. “He didn’t even need directions to the airport.”
“There’s always a contingency plan for an extraction,” he replied just as quietly. “Several, in fact. He would have memorized the locations of the closest airports, bus stations, and train depots, and he’d know all the major routes out of the area by car.”
“And this Rinaldi person … who’s he?”
“I have no idea. Ty would’ve learned the names of our contacts at every possible evacuation point, though. We keep Alametrians stationed in each of our usual training areas for reasons like this. They assume human identities, though, to blend in.”
Kyra heard the phone clicking back into the cradle. The ticketing agent—if that’s what she was—said, “Rinaldi will be here momentarily, sir.”
Looking back at Sem, Kyra said, “So the people we’ll be encountering on this trip are Alametrians based here on Earth?”
“Not everyone.” He nodded at Margo. “Some are humans who enjoy making a lot of money and don’t ask a lot of questions.”
“Why couldn’t I have gotten a job like that?” she asked with a smile.
“Because you ask too many questions,” Ty responded.
She looked at him in surprise. Had that actually been a joke by the ever-stoic Dem-Shyr? She decided since his face was as non-expressive as ever that it couldn’t have been. He was just answering her question.
Turning back to Sem, she asked, “Can you hear thoughts, too?”
He shrugged. “I can hear Ty’s thoughts since he’s the Dem-Shyr, and if I’m assigned to protect someone, I can read theirs.”
“So you can read mine?”
“Only the Dem-Shyr can read the Ascendant’s thoughts.” Seeing her look of relief, he grinned. “Glad that I can’t hear your inappropriate thoughts about me, Kyra?”
Ty gave them both a quelling look.
“Mr. Dane,” came a female voice, making them all look over. “I’m Rinaldi. It’s a pleasure to meet you.”
Kyra watched as a gorgeous woman stepped next to Margo. She must have come out of the door behind the counter. Ty was blocking most of her view, so she wasn’t sure. Margo gave a slight bow and made a discreet disappearance, leaving the four of them alone at the counter. Sem urged Kyra forward until they stood closer to Ty.
It took her a moment to process the reality that Rinaldi wasn’t a fifty-year-old, rotund Italian guy. The last person she’d been expecting was this tall, model-thin bombshell with long, strawberry-blonde hair, striking sapphire blue eyes, and an Armani suit. Next to her, Kyra felt like a dwarfish hobo.
And when Rinaldi looked at Ty with more than just friendly interest, Kyra wanted to leap over the counter and leave a mark on her flawless face.
Ty glanced at her, reminding her that he could read her thoughts. Heat scorched her cheeks as she pretended to be interested in the aging ceiling tiles. Why the hell was she reacting this way to a guy she’d only known for a few hours?
You’ve known him much longer than that, an inner voice told her.
That brought her gaze back down from the ceiling. Of course. It wasn’t like she’d really never met him before. If he was her assigned Mynder, surely they’d known each other before she ended up on Earth. And it wasn’t likely that his appearance had altered that much over time, so if she was attracted to him now, that meant she had probably been attracted to him before.
She tuned back into the conversation when Rinaldi’s eyes widened and latched onto her. “Of course, Dem—Mr. Dane. I’ll take care of it immediately. Give me a couple of minutes and I’ll escort you through security myself.”
Ty didn’t respond. He took Kyra’s arm and led her a short distance away as Rinaldi picked up the phone and began issuing orders.
“Didn’t she know who you were when she saw you?” Kyra asked Ty, curious about the other woman’s reaction. “I got the impression that you’re some kind of bigwig on Alametria. Shouldn’t she know your face?”
“She knew who I was,” he said.
Kyra waited for him to explain. It had been obvious to her, at least, that Rinaldi was surprised by their presence. When he didn’t, she looked at Sem.
“She recognized him,” her friend explained. “She didn’t recognize you.”
Her mouth opened on another question, but Rinaldi said, “Right this way, Mr. Dane.”
Ty once again took her arm. She was beginning to expect it. They followed Rinaldi through the terminal, bypassing security through a special line. Kyra had no idea how or why, but whatever Rinaldi showed the security guard and said to him had them walking on to the gates without incident.
Every so often, Rinaldi looked over her shoulder and caught Kyra’s eye. It was like she wanted to say something or ask her a question. After the fourth time, Kyra almost blurted out a “What?” But Ty gave her arm a squeeze and she bit her tongue.
They traveled to a part of the airport Kyra had never seen. It was a lower level leading right out to where the planes were fueled. Her eyebrows rose towards her hairline as Rinaldi led them to what was clearly a private plane. It was smaller, sleeker, and fancier-looking than anything Kyra had ever seen outside of movies or TV.
A man and a woman stood at the bottom of the stairs leading up to the plane. Judging by the way they were dressed, the man was the pilot and the woman was a flight attendant. Both of them wore navy blue suits without any logos, just like Margo had.
Ty stopped walking about twenty feet from the plane. “Stay with Sem,” he told her.
The moment he stepped away, Kyra began to feel uneasy. She really clued into the fact that they were standing outside in the dark. Yes, there were lights surrounding the plane, but there were also a great many shadows. Her eyes moved over to a plane parked not too far from theirs. Half of it was cast in darkness. The hair on the back of her neck rose when she saw movement.
“It’s a canvas tarp moving in the breeze,” Sem said, following her gaze. “Don’t worry, Kyra. I won’t let anything happen to you.”
She tried to give him a smile to let him know she appreciated his reassurance, but it felt weak even to her. Ty had entered the plane with the pilot. Rinaldi was speaking with the flight attendant, another tall woman with red hair. Kyra wondered if they were related. She couldn’t ever remember seeing so many redheads before.
As if they knew she was thinking about them, both women suddenly looked at her and stopped ta
lking. Kyra fought the urge to hide behind Sem. She felt like she was being weighed and measured.
“Don’t squirm,” Sem said close to her ear. “They’re both Alametrians. This is the first time they’ve ever seen you.”
“Why?” she asked. “Am I an Alametrian hermit or something?”
“You’re well-protected.”
She frowned. That was as vague a response as he could offer. What kind of life was she about to get transported to? It sure didn’t sound like one she wanted.
Ty exited the plane a few minutes later and walked over to her. Without a word, he took her arm and led her to the stairs. She supposed the plane had passed his inspection.
“Did you check the cargo hold and the bathroom?” she asked.
“Of course.”
She had been joking. He obviously wasn’t.
When they neared the bottom of the stairs, Kyra realized the flight attendant was gone. She must have already boarded. Rinaldi stepped forward just as Kyra’s foot hit the first stair. Ty immediately positioned himself between her and Kyra.
Kyra thought he was overreacting. She’d managed to survive a couple of Shelvak attacks already that night. She could handle one tall, skinny businesswoman.
“My apologies, Dem-Shyr,” Rinaldi said with a bow of her head. “I was just hoping to meet—”
“This is no time for pleasantries,” he interrupted.
“Of course.”
Kyra wanted to kick Ty for being so rude. As he ushered her up the stairs, she said, “It’s nice to meet you, Rinaldi. Thank you for your help.”
The other woman’s face lit up. She looked like she’d just been offered a knighthood by the Queen of England. Not speaking, she lowered herself into a deep bow.
Kyra was embarrassed by the display and returned her attention to not tripping up the stairs. That would be one sure way to show how unworthy of a bow she really was.
The pilot and the flight attendant both stood in the open doorway. They also bowed to her as Ty entered the plane first, standing between her and them and guiding her to a seat. Did he think one of them would try to stab her or break her neck? Why did everyone want to kill her? Was he just overprotective?
Wishing she’d never gotten out of bed that morning, she sat by the window and fastened her seatbelt. Ty took the seat next to her. Despite the fact that the seats were larger than on commercial flights, he seemed to fill up every available inch of space.
Sem sat in the aisle across from them. Kyra couldn’t even see him around Ty’s broad shoulders without leaning forward. She heard the flight attendant murmuring something to him, though, and his polite denial.
“Wouldn’t you be more comfortable in an aisle of your own?” Kyra asked.
Ty looked at her. “I sit where you sit.”
“I get that, but you’d only be a few feet away …”
She trailed off when he just stared at her. It was like reasoning with a brick wall.
“Can I get you anything, Dem-Shyr TaeDane? Ma’jah Kyr?” the flight attendant asked, stopping beside Ty.
Kyra noticed that she held her hands clasped tightly together. Was she nervous? Hopeful?
Just as Kyra started to ask for a Diet Coke, Ty said, “Nothing for us. Please tell the pilot we are ready for takeoff.”
At least he said please, Kyra thought dryly.
“You know, Ty,” she said as the flight attendant bowed and headed for the cockpit, “I’m thirsty. We’re going to be on this plane for a couple hours, or so you said. Why can’t I have a Diet Coke?”
His gaze remained on the cockpit door. “You will refrain from eating or drinking anything on this plane.”
“What kind of explanation is that?” she asked in exasperation. “Do you think they’ve poisoned everything, for God’s sake?”
He didn’t reply. She started to laugh in disbelief. Then her face fell.
“Wait a minute. You really think that, don’t you?”
Once again, his lack of response was her answer. Her palms dampened as the pilot gave an announcement that they should remain seated for takeoff. She didn’t see the flight attendant, but imagined she was seated near the front by the cockpit. She couldn’t help but be paranoid.
“It’s not like they knew I was coming,” she said. “Right?”
Silence.
She wanted to think he was ridiculous. Talk about over the top! But then she considered the fact that Avana could see the future. If she could, that probably meant other Alametrians could, too. The idea that someone would have poisoned everything on the plane in an attempt to harm her made her want to leap up and run for home.
Glancing at Ty, she said, “Were you trained to think this way?”
He caught her gaze. “Yes.”
“Am I the only one you protect?”
“Yes.”
“How did you earn that duty?” she asked, envisioning some mass competition. Maybe there were many people vying for the honor of serving as her Mynder. That held a certain appeal.
He once again looked forward. “It was fated.”
What did that mean? “Fated?” she prompted when he didn’t continue.
He took his time responding, but eventually said, “We were born on the same date at the same time under the same star.”
“We were? Huh.”
She realized that she and Ty were the exact same age. That surprised her. It wasn’t so much that he looked older than her, but he certainly carried himself in a way befitting a much older guy.
“So … that means you were fated to be my Mynder?” she summed up.
“Yes.”
That all sounded rather mystical and woo-woo to her. It also sounded like Ty hadn’t been given any choice in the matter.
“What if you decided you didn’t want to be my Mynder?” she asked.
He didn’t reply. She supposed the question didn’t justify a response in his mind.
For some reason, she felt dejected. From the sound of things, Ty had been raised with the knowledge that he would be her Mynder and nothing else. It hadn’t occurred to her until that moment that she was nothing more than an obligation to him. He was essentially required to lay his life on the line every day to protect her.
Hell, she was more than an obligation. She was a burden.
“You should try and sleep,” Ty instructed her.
She wasn’t feeling tired, but she nodded and closed her eyes anyway. He didn’t need to see how upset he’d made her with his revelations.
He didn’t need to know how much she wished he was with her out of more than a sense of duty.
Chapter 11
Ten minutes later, Kyr was asleep. Her head tilted until it rested against Ty’s arm. He didn’t try and move it.
His mind worked through the conversation they’d had before she fell asleep. He’d felt her reaction to the knowledge that he’d been fated to be her Mynder. It had troubled her, but he wasn’t sure why. Did she want the choice to have been his? Or was she unhappy with his services altogether?
She was a mystery to him now. These past two years had brought about significant changes in her. While he wanted to become more familiar with her and learn more about those changes, he wasn’t sure how to go about it.
There would be time to explore that later, he reminded himself. Right now, they had more pressing issues to deal with … getting to Alametria being top of the list.
He’d been trying to figure out how the Shelvaks had interrupted the second transition attempt after Kyr’s fall. Her stumble in and of itself was troublesome, but until he could get past the block in her mind, he knew he’d find no answers there. So he contemplated instead the possible answers to the transition disruption.
The Alametrian ship would have been cloaked, he knew that. Earth’s technology was still developing, but even they had satellites and devices to scan space for threats. Therefore, the Alametrian ship would have been cloaked against detection by the Shelvaks, as well. Had the Shelvaks somehow discovered a w
ay to defeat the cloaking?
If they had, the Alametrian ship could have been attacked. While Ty wouldn’t have been concerned about one Alametrian ship fighting against one of the Shelvaks’, he was concerned about the idea of the Shelvaks having more than one ship. As he’d thought earlier, it was unlikely that the number of Shelvaks they’d encountered already would have all come on one vessel. That meant the Shelvaks could have outmaneuvered the Alametrians through sheer numbers.
The only good news was that there hadn’t been any reports of open hostility in Earth’s galaxy. Ty had spoken with the pilot, an Alametrian named PerylRowe, before inspecting the plane. Peryl had done a thorough scan with the equipment at his disposal and had discovered no evidence of a confrontation between the Alametrians and Shelvaks.
That would have relieved Ty if he didn’t also wonder whether the Shelvaks had jammed all Alametrian communications. If they had managed to defeat the cloaking and they had managed to find Kyr, who knew what other tricks they had up their sleeves?
The problem was, Shelvaks were notoriously slow in developing new technology. He had received no intel indicating they were even close to generating the level of equipment that would be required to pull all of this off. So how had they done it?
After considering the problem for the past couple hours, he’d come to only one disturbing conclusion.
They hadn’t acted alone.
Care to tell me what’s going on now that we’ve got nothing better to do?
Ty glanced over at his cousin, who appeared to be dozing. Since Sem had thought the question directly at Ty, he was clearly still awake.
What do you want to know? he thought back.
First and foremost, why have you shown up here so suddenly?
Although Ty thought it should be obvious, he returned, We intercepted a Shelvak transmission that alerted us to their presence here. I knew I needed to get to Kyr.
And where the hell have you been the past two years? I expected you to at least drop by every once in a while to check on Kyr.
Ma’jah Kyr.
Sem growled audibly. Ma’jah Kyr, damn it. Her name doesn’t change the fact that you dumped her here without any protection.
