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Copyright© 2017 Jessica Marting
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DEDICATION
For my mother.
That might be weird, considering this is an erotic romance and whatnot, but she introduced me to the local library and Star Trek. I’m still not sure which one was more important to my ending up as an author.
(The library, I know. But space travel is pretty cool, too.)
RAPTURE
Jessica Marting
Copyright © 2017
Chapter One
It was far beyond the time he thought he would be home, and it took a moment for Kai to remember that no one was inside the house, waiting to yell at him for stumbling in during the wee hours of the morning.
Oh, right. I’m married.
Marriage, oddly enough, had bought him the closest thing he’d ever known to freedom. He should have stopped resisting it years ago. Eighteen years was old, by Ra’lani standards, to throw in the towel and embrace matrimony. While Kai Toric and his wife weren’t exactly embracing it—much to Kai’s chagrin—at least he didn’t have to deal with his parents’ rules anymore. He and Brya had their own small but well-appointed house on the edge of Ra’lani’s capital city.
Kai had reveled until he was kicked out of his current favorite underground club by a bouncer for being excessively intoxicated. Excessively intoxicated, he thought. Is there any other kind of intoxication?
He was a little nervous now, walking through the dark city streets at this ungodly hour, unsure if one or more of the shadowy figures lurking in alleys and corners would recognize the flawed only son of the House of Gref and take advantage of his lack of sense. More than a lack of common sense, he thought ruefully as he tried to place his hand in the palm lock of his house. He could swear the damn palm pad kept moving. He doubted any telepathic or empathic skills would come in handy when one was this bombed.
He was finally able to let himself into the darkened house and didn’t turn on the lights on the off chance Brya was home. He doubted it. Since their marriage, she had returned to the arms of the boyfriend she’d had since she was fifteen. Arranged marriage be damned, Brya was not giving up the man she had deemed the love of her life. Kai had agreed to that prior to their marriage, and had been searching for a lady friend of his own since their pathetic honeymoon on one of Ra’lani’s neighbouring planets. He hadn’t been successful thus far.
A quick check of the small house’s rooms confirmed that Brya wasn’t home. Kai went to the kitchen and boiled a pot of coffee, an indulgence that drove both of their families up the wall. Coffee wasn’t native to Ra’lani and it was one of his preferences that his parents routinely railed against. What’s wrong with some good, strong Ra’lanian tea, Kai?
What was wrong with acknowledging the time they were living in? Kai and Brya both hated cooking and had discussed ways to smuggle in a replicator among other modern appliances. Kai liked those conversations. They made him feel like he and his wife were almost a real couple.
That was never going to happen. Kai knew it and had to accept it. Their entire marriage was a political strategy on the parts of their parents. Everyone involved was mortified their only children actually had to speak to be heard and had to listen the old-fashioned way. Marrying them off to one another and tossing them in this tiny house had been convenient for everyone. At least Kai wasn’t obligated to serve on Ra’lani’s high council anymore.
Kai savored a cup of coffee and sighed at the jigsaw puzzle spread across the kitchen table, one of Brya’s pastimes. What the hell, she won’t mind if I help out. He forced his eyes to focus and snapped a few pieces together.
Maybe she would come around eventually. Lots of couples learned to love each other.
The front door slamming open knocked him out of his thoughts. A scream rent through the house and Kai spilled some coffee on the puzzle pieces. He got up from the table and stumbled a little, bracing himself against the table top.
“Stop!” He heard Brya’s cry from the foyer and moved as quickly as he could to the source.
“Brya?” he slurred.
Standing in the doorway was his mother-in-law, the formidable wife of the High Eminent Authority Fourth Seat on the High Council. Fika Dennir terrified both him and her daughter, and she filled the foyer, towering over Brya. She raised her hand and struck her again, clipping the side of her daughter’s hands with her long fingernails.
“What the fuck?” Kai shouted. “Fika, what are you doing?” He hurried to Brya and held out a hand to help her up, but Fika pushed him away. Kai hit the wall and sank to the floor.
“Don’t do anything,” Brya said through her sobs. “You’ll make it worse.”
“Kai, Brya tells me you knew about her lover,” Fika spat. “And you did nothing.”
Fear knotted in the pit of his stomach. He couldn’t form a response. How do you tell your mother-in-law about the unorthodox agreements that kept a marriage working? Why was it any of her concern, anyhow? They weren’t expected to produce non-telepathic children and add to their families’ humiliation.
Fika’s voice rose. Her speech was garbled and hurried, betraying that she hardly ever spoke the inferior way. She grabbed Brya’s arm and half lifted her off the floor. “This is the worst thing either of you have ever done!” she screamed. “First, you can’t communicate like the rest of us. Then my daughter—your wife!—runs around in the night like a whore!” She tossed away Brya and planted a kick in her midsection for good measure before moving on to Kai. She launched herself at him, pinning him to the wall and raining blows wherever his hands couldn’t protect himself. Brya screamed, pleading with her mother to stop, but she was ignored.
Fika stopped her tirade, but Kai knew from the expression on her face that she had simply stopped trying to talk and was now cursing them in her mind. There was a red haze clouding above her head, roiling like a storm cloud from hell. With a shock, Kai realized he was seeing an aura for the first time in his life, and was sickened to see it turn black with rage.
With a final roar, Fika slammed his head against the foyer wall, and everything went dark.
****
He came to groggily, to the sounds of Brya weeping and begging him to open his eyes. She was cradling his head in her hands, squeezing tears out of swollen eyes. Sunlight dappled the floor. How long had he been out?
“Thank the gods!” she gasped when his eyes fluttered open. “Kai, we have to get out of here.”
“We’re at home,” he muttered. More sleep sounded good about now. He had a hell of a headache, not all of it due to a hangover. “What time is it?”
“It’s nearly ten, and we have to leave Ra’lani,” she said. “My mother is on a rampage, and soon your parents will be. She attacked Dav this morning, too.” Her boyfriend. The person Kai would never admit to anyone in a million years he was jealous of.
“The fuck—why’d she go after Dav?”
“Because she’s pissed off and she’s crazy like everyone else on this fucking planet. I already packed bags for us. We have to go, now. Dav booked us seats on a freighter.” She stood up, yanking on his hands until he forced himself to his feet.
“We’ll have to fake it,” Brya said. “We just have to get out of the Abela System. The freighter will take us to Alliance space and we can start over there. Damn it, Kai, move!”
“It’ll take weeks to get to the Alliance on a freighter,” he pointed out.
The wall that had knocked him out had a sizable dent where his head had hit it, and Kai thought he should probably see a doctor before they left. A pair of duffel bags was parked at the broken front door. Brya hadn’t been kidding—she had them packed and ready to go. “I should go to an infirmary,” he said.
“The ship has one. It’s leaving in an hour. Dav’s picking us up. Move, Kai.”
“What’ll happen if we stay?” he asked stubbornly.
Brya winced as she slung a duffel over her shoulder. “They’ll kill us,” she said flatly. “My mother and your mother will make sure we’re dead. They’re too embarrassed over something that’s no one’s business but mine. Ours,” she added.
Kai expected to feel shock or anger at Brya’s pronouncement, but instead felt nothing but calm. He wasn’t surprised. He’d been married off for that very reason.
He also didn’t want Brya to see him in a moment of weakness or vulnerability. It was bad enough having the shit beaten out of him by her mother. “All right,” he said. “We’ll go to the Alliance. What waits there for us?”
Brya looked outside furtively, waiting for Dav’s land vehicle to pull up. “I don’t know,” she admitted. “Dav thinks we should learn a few things on the freighter and join a crew when we get there.”
Kai knew that we referred solely to her and Dav, and he would likely be on his own. He nodded.
“We’re married,” he said quietly. “What about that?”
“Kai, come on,” she said. “Our titles and the arranged marriage aren’t recognized off-planet. We’re not married in the Alliance, or in any other … way, you know.” She looked away.
Kai knew. Gods, did he know, and he hated it.
A dilapidated land vehicle drove up beside the small house in the mid-morning sunlight, helmed by Brya’s shifty-eyed boyfriend. He scraped his overgrown hair out of his eyes, revealing an ugly bruise across his forehead. Brya and Kai hurried out of the house and tossed their bags in the back of the vehicle. Brya climbed in the front seat beside Dav, and Kai in the back with the duffels. He grunted by way of greeting and gunned the engine, peeling down the unpaved street. “Took you long enough,” he growled.
“Sorry, but Kai was knocked out.”
“Huh,” he said. “I didn’t get knocked out when your mother stopped by.”
Despite his headache, irritation flared through Kai. “Maybe she was tired by the time she got to your shithole,” he snapped.
“Look, High Priest Tenth Seat or whatever the hell you are, if you don’t shut up and show a little respect, I have no problem leaving you here.”
“Dav,” said Brya softly. She placed her hand on his arm. “Don’t. He’s my friend.” She shot a glance at the back seat, one that told Kai to shut up.
He did, and the silence allowed him to panic about the new life waiting for him. He wouldn’t even have time to say goodbye to his friends.
“Do we have time to stop off my parents’ home?” he asked.
Brya gave a short, bitter laugh. “Are you crazy? Of course not. They’ll know by now what happened, and they’ll agree with my mother.”
“I just want to say goodbye to them and let them know I’m okay. That’s all.”
“No,” said Dav bluntly. “Do you really think they’d care, anyway?”
“My mother already told them about me and Dav,” Brya said. “They don’t want to see either of us.”
Kai’s eyes met hers, and she looked away, but not before she saw regret reflecting back at him.
****
The freighter was hot, cramped, and carrying illegal cargo. The surly-faced captain hadn’t said as much, and Kai knew if he asked he’d get a smack in the head or worse. He, Brya, and Dav were among a group of Ra’lanians fleeing the Abela Galaxy for the safety of the Alliance, the center of civilized space, and in the case of a few passengers, the Rims. Kai couldn’t imagine why anyone would want to go to one of those planets—the living conditions could be cruder than on Ra’lani. The Alliance was their only real option, although he had no idea what he would do when he got there.
They crossed into Alliance territory after nearly five weeks drifting in space, during which they dodged pirate vessels and had a narrow run-in with a dwarf star when their ship’s sensors went awry. Again. There was always something wrong on this godsforsaken rust bucket, and Kai found the easiest way to pass the time and forget was to tool around with the ship’s computers.
It wasn’t just leaving the only home he’d ever known he tried to put behind him, it was the impromptu marriage ceremony the freighter captain performed for Brya and Dav as soon as they crossed the border. Brya had giggled like a little girl when the captain announced it and excitedly told Kai they were both free. Arranged marriages and noble titles didn’t exist in the Alliance. Kai had smiled and stood politely aside as Brya legally married a scowling Dav, and then listened to her chatter about when their union would be filed and registered in the Alliance, when they finally reached a station.
Their cargo was dropped off at an independent station on the border straddling Alliance and Rims space, and a few days later the remaining passengers were kicked off at Karys Station with strict orders from the freighter’s captain not to talk about their voyage. Kai had a pretty good idea what the freighter’s crew could unleash on him if he disobeyed, and he never wanted to be beaten again. Weeks after leaving Ra’lani, he still had nightmares about Fika.
Dav and Brya scoured help wanted advertisements at Karys and contacted a small freighter company to join their crew. Kai considered doing the same on another ship, but couldn’t see himself spending endless months in space aboard another clunky ship about to fall apart.
He had won some credits in a few card games while on board the freighter, and he booked a cheap room in the seedier sector of Karys Station to mull over his options, few as they were. He spent a few days wandering around the station’s commercial sector, marveling over the noise and nonstop music and crush of people, and clusters of Alliance Fleet officers milling around pubs he couldn’t afford to get drunk in. There was a military outpost on the station, and he downloaded some of their recruitment information to a datapad he found abandoned on a bench.
Military life beat a drab existence on a freighter. At the very least, the food was bound to be better.
Brya met with Kai at a dingy pub near his hotel the night before she and Dav were scheduled to leave on their freighter where they’d found work. Dav was gone, out at a pub with his new colleagues and getting falling-down drunk, as Brya laughingly described it. She and Kai drank tiny cups of overpriced beer and she asked if he had decided what he was going to do.
“Fleet, I think,” he replied dismally. He stared in his miniature beer glass. He had enough credits to stay one more night in his hotel and for a few more drinks. Then, he needed to find a more reliable source of income besides card games.
“Seriously? I never pegged you as the military type.”
“What else can I do?” he asked. “I’m old enough to join.”
“It’s a twelve-year commitment!”
“Twelve years of guaranteed work.”
“You could join the freighter crew with me and Dav,” she suggested.
“No.” Catching her raised eyebrow, he added, “Five weeks on that ship was enough for me. I’d rather be doing something for the greater good.”
“‘Greater good’? Gods, you�
��ve been reading too much of the Fleet’s propaganda.”
“It’s not propaganda.” His voice came out sharper than he intended.
Brya immediately softened. “Yeah, of course. I’m sorry. For all of this.” She looked at him, her lavender-hazel eyes—typical of a Ra’lanian, and a similar shade to his own—full of sympathy for the first time. “I really am.” She looked away. “I don’t love her, you know. My mother. I never did. She hated that I wasn’t a boy, and that I’m not a telepath.”
“I know the feeling.”
“I wish I’d stayed home that night,” she confessed, surprising him.
So did Kai, but for other reasons. He would have stayed on Ra’lani if their relationship worked, or if she was even willing to try. She couldn’t, he told himself. She never knew you were willing, and now it’s too late.
He could tell her how he felt, but he didn’t think that would solve any of their problems. It was likelier that she would get up and leave, and he would never hear from her again.
He changed the subject instead. “There’s a Fleet ship docked here,” he said. “The Admiral Moore. I spoke to a few of the officers today, and they said they can sign me up for the officers’ academy. They leave in two days, and they can arrange to take me there.”
“Why not just join up and start basic training right away?” she asked.
“I have more options if I go to the academy,” he explained. “More training. I’m good with computers. I can do something with them if I enroll in the academy first.”
Brya sighed. “If that’s what you want.”
It wasn’t Kai’s first choice, but it was the only viable one he had. “I do,” he lied.
Chapter Two
Twelve years later
“We can do this the easy way or the hard way.” The thug leaned in closer, his horrible breath puffing over Brya’s face in a thick, odorous cloud. She forced herself to keep a straight face.
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