Azlo

by Maia Starr

“Don’t say I didn’t warn you!”

  The sooner a breeder could get pregnant, the more favorably she was looked on by the Koth.

  “Here comes Prince Charming now,” she suddenly blurted, spinning back in her chair and watching my match walk through the blue tinted glass doors. Anita stood from her desk as he approached and nodded her hello to the black dragon. “Hello, Mr. Commissioner.”

  “What a greeting,” he said in the most charming way possible; his eyes darting behind her to catch my attention. I slid off the desk and straightened my blazer out, suddenly all too aware of how handsome he was.

  He had a deep, beautiful skin tone with black scales that seemed to He had short brown hair that was cut to a small fuzz that made him appear even more athletic and fierce, and blazing blue eyes that sat in his strong, square face. There were small patches of crystal shards patched in with his broad scales that I had never seen before on a shifter. These details made me want to get to know him even more.

  “Hello again,” I said and tried not to smile like a teenager.

  “Hello, Sarra. And may I said how incredibly charmed I am by your accent,” he responded.

  Normally I hated when people said this. I’m English, and everyone thinks it’s a compliment to tell me how refined I sound when I speak or how fetching my accent is when, to me, they’re the ones who have the accent. Anita knows my irritation with this and offers a giggle as she buries her head in her hands.

  Usually, I’d have some kind of sarcastic quip ready to defend myself with, but instead, I said, “I hope that isn’t all you’ll be charmed by.”

  “Something tells me it won’t be,” he said with a smile.

  “Ooh!” Anita gasped. “She must like you!”

  “So,” he began, turning around for a moment to make sure there were no more couples waiting in the oversized room. “Are we able to leave together, or do you have some business to attend to?”

  “No, no,” I said quickly. “I’m ready now. I wouldn’t want to keep my handsome shifter waiting.”

  “Handsome, she says,” he said with a wry smile, looking over at Anita with an expression that said he was impressed.

  “Oh, you like that, do you?” I asked flirtatiously.

  “Sure,” he said with a shrug. “I mean, striking, powerful, and hilarious aren’t bad adjectives either. But handsome will have to do for now, as you’ve yet to know my handful of other pleasing qualities.”

  “Pleasing, you say?” I smiled. “I will hold you to that.”

  “I wouldn’t expect any less from a diplomat,” he said.

  “And what’s up with men and their need to be funny?” I asked and looked to Anita, who gave me an equally passive, confused stare.

  Haden’s brows raised far up his forehead and he shifted his arm above his head to scratch his back with a hint of clumsiness. “Is it wrong to want to make a lady laugh?” he asked nervously.

  “No, but it’s like that’s the first thing they want us to think,” Anita interrupted. “It’s like once you get in a room with a woman, you all turn into a bunch of comedians.”

  “Well, I assure you both my hilarious styling will speak for itself, thank you very much.”

  Anita and I giggled amongst ourselves, and then I walked out from behind the counter. He took my hand and kissed it gently, his scales glowing ever so slightly as he made contact with my skin. He wore a blue blazer that perfectly complemented his eyes and black slacks. He was dressed like a gentleman.

  “Just don’t think you can sweep her off her feet by giving her the ole’ tour of Udora,” Anita warned, grabbing a stack of papers with one hand while wagging her finger in his direction with her free hand. “She’s seen it!”

  “Hello!” I began to laugh. “I can speak for myself, here!”

  “I’m not worried,” he said coolly. “I can think of other ways to sweep her off her feet.”

  Chapter Two

  Haden

  Sarra had been sleeping on the ship for days now. It used to take weeks for the shuttle to get to Udora. In the last five years, however, a higher-powered ship had been launched that cut the time in half. This meant it was easier for dignitaries to get back and forth from planet to planet. It also meant there was little time to spend with the woman of your choosing before everyone headed into cryo.

  I’d exchanged pleasantries with the ever captivating Sarra before she had to attend to her work that first day on the shuttle. Although more time would have been preferable, I was glad to be with someone who I didn’t have to hand-hold or baby. I’d seen my fair share of choosings come back acting more like children than professional women.

  Sarra had been put in cryo exactly one week prior. I had business to busy myself with, but I couldn’t help but visit her each night as the days went by.

  Due to unfortunate instances in the past, only those with clearance were now able to enter the cryo chamber. Luckily for me, I had that clearance. I scanned my card through a reader beside the heavily locked doors and stepped into the darkened room.

  The space was illuminated only by the light of nearby glowstones. These glowing rocks were collected from the sea depths in Udora’s waters. They shone a somber blue color. Riddell curated the room to make a more peaceful atmosphere for the girls when they awoke.

  Personally, I could do without the stones. They made me feel uneasy, like someone was behind me at all times. And I’d learned the last thing that instilled faith or morale in a crew was to see a member of the Koth skittering across the blue room like a scared rabbit at the slightest noise. Not exactly masculine, either.

  “Having fun?” came the familiar voice of my friend Eddrys.

  “Buckets and buckets,” I said, my heart racing at the sudden noise.

  “Don’t be so jumpy all the time!” he shouted as she laid a hand on my wing. “She’s a beaut, isn’t she?”

  I smiled and looked down into Sarra’s pod. She had green eyes and pale skin made whiter by the contrast of her black hair. It fell just above her shoulders, and her bangs were cut straight across her face. She had lovely, almond-shaped eyes that I looked forward to seeing open once more.

  “But a shapely thing, isn’t she?” he corrected slightly, taking a closer look at her.

  I frowned deeply. Her figure looked just perfect to me. “You’re crazy,” I scoffed. She was incredible. Beautifully pointed breasts and round hips with a cinched waist. I was always a fan of those beautiful hills on a woman’s body.

  “Reminds me of Zaphira a bit,”

  “Don’t say that,” I frowned, looking down to give her another glance.

  “What, devil horns don’t do it for you?”

  “Stop,” I laughed. “I have a good feeling about her. Don’t wreck it.”

  “I’ve met her,” he shrugged. “She’s a gem in the foreign ministery field, let me tell you.”

  “So I hear,” I nodded.

  “She’s also one hell of a flirt. I’d watch out for that.”

  I thought on that for a moment and then gave a shrug before kneeling down to get a better look at her. “That’s okay. I’m not jealous.”

  “Is that so?” he asked with a mischievous raise of his brow. “I’ll keep that in mind when I’m escorting her back to my room for some ‘official business.'”

  I gave him a stern look, and his smile faded from his lips as he inspected me. “I was only kidding!” he shouted with a laugh.

  “Don’t you have your own mate to attend to?”

  “Yeah, Petra.” The green dragon rolled his eyes. “A sight to see, but she’s a real pain in my ass. She’s laid out her plans for the next five years for us. If I’m not dead from exhaustion by then, you’ll find me a ‘very different man.' That’s what she said!” He raised his brows in an exaggerated manner. “Word for word!”

  “Well, that would be a sight to see. Here’s hoping it’s a change for the better. Let me know if she has any luck with you, and I’ll have to come and shake her hand.

  Eddr
ys sighed and spun on his heel, brushing his wings back with a hard flap. “How did you get this one and I ended up with my own personal dictator?” He laughed. “Oh yeah, because I didn’t have Zaphira match-making on my behalf.”

  “What?”

  “Yeah,” he continued with a yawn, glancing back at me. “Apparently Zaphira had a direct hand in your little match there. She does work under Zaphira; you know this, right?”

  “I heard, but I thought it was strictly professional.”

  Eddrys stared at me dumbfounded for a moment and then laughed. “Well, it’s not like they’re getting handsy with each other, Haden.”

  I nodded, but the air in the room had suddenly changed. I looked down into the pod at the beautiful, angular face that met at a pointed chin. I felt my stomach drop. This one may be a challenge after all.

  Zaphira was a woman who knew how to get exactly what she wanted. An excellent quality for her job; a bad quality for making friends. In fact, Zaphira had many scoffing in her name across Udora. There were also many who feared her.

  I’d heard rumors that she had members of the Koth under her thumb. I’d also heard tales that she’d had a were killed in the past and helped cover it up. There were also reports of a pairing who’d gone missing around the time of one of her diplomatic visits, though the story was largely undocumented. Stories of her deceptive behavior had become so farfetched they’d turned into something of a legend.

  If there was one thing the Koth didn’t appreciate, it was meddling.

  She didn’t scare me. But the thought of her making a pairing didn’t put me at ease either. I knew enough that if Zaphira was making a personal pairing, it wasn’t without reason. I would just have to find a way to use it against her.

  I looked back at the raven-haired woman next to me and bit my lip. Was I being played?

  “I wouldn’t worry about it,” Eddrys said casually.

  “I’m not.”

  He stretched his arms in front of him, locking his fingers together as he did so. “The only thing you’ll have to worry about is your girl coming home with me.”

  “Oh yeah?” I dared with a raise of my voice. “How will Petra feel about that?”

  He winced at the name and slowly made his way toward the exit, tapping his nose as he passed by me. “Well played, Haden; well played.”

  The doors shut with an audible slide and click as they locked, leaving me the only one left in the cryo room. I looked over the pods several times now and couldn’t find anyone as lovely as the one I had chosen.

  I set my hands on the glass doors of her pod and leaned in to get a better look at her. A woman working under Zaphira, of all people. The Riddell director had been digging her hands in deep as of late. She’d been fishing for corruption, a flaw in our dealings with the Earth.

  If she found any, she would be able to bring an Earthly embassy to Udora. I cringed at the thought. Even though I was part of the Koth, I wasn’t always in agreement with how they let the earth come in and leave their mark.

  Our sacred lands and shallow mines were suddenly overrun with humans and tests, taking samples and setting up their hierarchy. They build sky rises, brought in currency, and now had civil rights on our planet. And what did we get in return? Women.

  Something about the deal seemed like we didn’t have competent advisors on board at the time. Now they had me. The Koth was made up of 10 dragons and 12 advisors, myself included. Other notables were Koth Eliligan, Chalicien, Umadith, and Ikar – a dignified white dragon who had been serving as a faithful Were soldier and a stand-in representative for the Koth for missions and meetings for 90 years. He’d been promoted officially after a long time Weredragon died four years prior.

  He certainly had the experience, but some found him to be a little softhearted for the job. Myself included.

  “Everything okay in here?” came the voice of lovely Meghan Klein, a longtime custodian of the shuttles to and from Udora. She stepped into the building with her white lab coat and long, curly blonde hair trailing behind her. Her freckled face always brought an air of innocence to the shuttle missions. But one look into her eyes and you would be aware of the pain that burned within.

  “Hello, Meghan,” I said and raised my hand from my kneeling position so as not to startle her.

  “Oh, Haden,” she said, pressing her left hand over her heart in relief. “Sorry,” she offered, “but, we’re locking up for the night.”

  “Can I interest you in a nightcap?”

  She smiled and folded her hands together, but shook her head in decline. “Thank you thought. I prefer to stay with the girls.”

  I nodded. “Ah, yes. I’ve heard there was an incident on your flight to Udora.”

  She pressed her lips thin and reluctantly gave a nod. “I obviously wasn’t, you know,” she shrugged, “awake for it and all, but I watched the footage. Scary stuff out there.”

  “Indeed. That’s why we take precautions now, to protect girls like you.”

  “It was my sister, actually.”

  I nodded. I didn’t know much about Meghan’s first journey to Udora, but she hadn’t left in five years, so I couldn’t imagine she found it all that excruciating. She stared at me in a way that made me feel like I was expected to know more about her story. But, I didn’t.

  In fact, remembering her name seemed like a feat in and of itself. No matter how hard I tried, names always seemed to escape me. In one ear and out the other. Another charming quality of mine that made me absolutely terrible at formal meetings.

  She looked like she’d rightly given up on me when I finally remembered a tidbit about her. “How is that boy of yours?” I blurted out, standing up from the pod I had nearly attached myself to.

  She smiled and her eyes beamed in the way only a mother’s could. Her face flushed and she gushed, “A handful. Getting to be more and more like his father every day.”

  “Ah,” I chuckled. “And how does dear old dad feel about this?”

  Her face fell again; her features twisting to some unfathomable pain. Clearly, there was something poignant that I’d missed.

  “Uh, well he’s… He’s passed,” she mumbled awkwardly as the room continued to overflow with tension.

  I cringed inwardly and berated myself for choosing such a stupid thing to chat about. Why, oh why couldn’t I just pay attention when people were speaking to me?

  “I’m sorry to hear that. And that would be…?”

  A deep crease formed between her thinly plucked brows, and she deadpanned, “Brenem, the Red Dragon.”

  Brenem. Damn.

  I pinched the bridge of my nose and looked up at her. “Right, I’m so sorry,” I expressed genuinely. “How could I not know that? He was my cousin.”

  This sentiment caused her to brighten somewhat. Perhaps she’d thought I was going to judge her. After all, not only was Brenem a known hot-head, he had also chosen someone else during his time on Earth. Someone who was not Meghan Klein. Making her child one of infidelity and no doubt the scorn of his chosen bride.

  Brenem was also an infamously violent fighter. He’d died putting a traitor to death, or so the rumor went.

  “I didn’t know you were related,” she said, almost apologetically.

  “We weren’t close,” I dismissed. “In fact, I didn’t know him very well at all. But, I’ve heard stories.”

  “He had a soft side, too,” she defended in a small voice that almost sounded too tired to bother anymore. “Anyway… I guess I have to ask you to scoot now.”

  “Right, right,” I breathed. As I looked down at Sarra once more, I began to feel a little defeated. Maybe that wasn’t such a bad deal, after all.

  Chapter Three

  Sarra

  After a brief sleep and an even briefer reunion with Haden, we took off from the shuttle station in Udora and made our way to my shifters high-rise in the city.

  His home reminded me of a penthouse – taking up the top floor of the building, complete with extravagant ch
ic furnishings and art. His large glass walls gave a breathtaking view of the city. The buildings lit up in the central district of the city like myriads of fireflies. They seemed to sparkle in the distance.

  “I love it here,” I said breathlessly as I walked over to his living room window.

  “I’m glad I could impress you so easily, my lady. I haven’t even shown you the kitchen yet; you’ll be ecstatic!”

  I rolled my eyes playfully and laughed. “I meant the view; Udora.”

  “Ooh,” he said with a drawn-out breath. “I am enjoying the view myself,” he finished as his eyes traced my figure up and down.

  “Are you trying to be cheesy, or does this just come naturally to you?”

  “Ah, and we’re back at men being ‘funny’ again.”

  “Did I say it was funny?” I teased, wrinkling my nose in the cute way I did when trying to flirt.

  “Well,” he gasped. “I never!” We both grinned at one another, and he walked across the floor to the window, staring out into the city with a lost stare in his eyes. He wore dark jeans and another blazer; black this time, to match his perfectly formed scales and beautifully dark features.

  “I’m sorry. That was rude,” he said simply; his eyes glancing my way as I made myself comfortable on his taupe chaise. “Tell me what you love about Udora.”

  “Everything,” I breathed.

  The seasons here were somewhat similar to those on Earth, but spring and winter only. No middle ground. I’d arrived at the end of winter this time. The planet ran devastatingly cold, which was just perfect to me. The moss that famously covered every inch of the planet now had its color sapped from it. Grass turned, not to blankets of snow, but grew thickly coated with sharp ice.

  There was something so bare-bones about the seasons here. Something unexplainably beautiful.

  “So, you’re an advisor to the Koth?” I asked. “Seems funny we’ve never met, considering they are who I deal with most of the time.”

  “It’s a new title,” he said with a dismissive shrug. “But yes, I am a diplomatic man with access to all the higher ups and any secrets you could ever want to know.”