Hope was so intent on visualizing Piras and Kila, that she didn’t react right away when they materialized in front of her. With a third Kalquorian. She blinked at them a full two seconds before it occurred to her that they were right there, standing next to her bed, in the flesh.
As a flash of shock shot through her body, her mouth dropped open, and Kila quickly put his hand over it. At the same time, Piras stooped down so that he was eye level with her. He spoke quickly. “Easy, Matara. We’re not here to hurt you. We’re spies for the Empire. We want to help you take Copeland down.”
She stared at him, absorbing the words. Spies? Against the Holy Leader?
Kila added, “I’m going to let you go. In a few minutes, we’ll bring your father into the conversation, because we have information that will help him in your revolt against Copeland. Can we trust you to not scream, Hope?”
He knew her name. She couldn’t imagine why that was her first lucid thought. At least I’m not panicking, she thought. Then she noticed how hard and fast her heart drummed. Her body knew to freak out, but her mind was slow on the draw.
Could she trust them? Did she have a choice? Dear prophets, there were three alien men in her bedroom, and she was in her bed, wearing only a nightgown. A nightgown that covered her from throat to foot, but a nightgown just the same. It was enough to make her feel vulnerable.
She’d damned sure better pray she could trust them…because they’d done the impossible. She’d watched them appear out of thin air.
Releasing Summer 2017