Chapter Six

“…can’t imagine even a fleet vessel mess crew thinking such a meal is worthy of being served…”

Jennifer gasped as Matara Diju’s voice spoke outside her door. She shoved at Ilid. “Your parents!”

He came up, his lips shiny from her passion and scowled. “Damn!” he hissed so he couldn’t be heard. “Why are they back from dinner so soon?”

“Apparently, the food wasn’t very good.” She could hear them chattering about under-tenderized ronka and pastry burnt at the edges as they entered their quarters. She eyed his obvious excitement, which hadn’t eased despite the shock of nearly being overheard. She wondered if his discomfort was worse than her own ache of unfulfillment. “Damn. We were so close. Me especially.”

He grimaced, adjusting himself. The shuttle was small, a nondescript little vessel. The craft had been utilized by the spy arm of Kalquor’s fleet to escape unwanted attention as it transported those who needed to keep a low profile to safety.

In short, there was nowhere besides the sleeping quarters to escape to for a tryst. Since Jennifer’s pussy had a direct connection to her vocal cords, even those “private spaces” were no real sanctuary from sensitive Kalquorian hearing. Particularly when it came to the ears of doting parents.

Her disappointment was tinged by curiosity. She wondered once more why Ilid and his parent clan warranted a secretive escort to the planet Haven. Ilid had hinted he’d once been on a spyship crew before leaving the fleet. His former duty had allowed them to hitch a ride when their application to visit the colony on business had been approved.

Jennifer strongly suspected there was more to the story than had been revealed. Ilid had little to say when it came to his recent past. The haunted expression he often wore and the way his parents’ often nervous attention focused on him suggested he was running from someone or something.

Jennifer had her own issues and her own secrets to keep, however. Taking on another person’s problems was beyond her current capacity. She liked Ilid, but she’d firmly counseled herself he was simply a distraction from her exile to what she feared was the most backward planet in the known galaxy.

He smiled at her ruefully as he helped her recover her clothes. “We’ll both be close to the town of Sunrise, smack in the middle of farms and ranchlands. I’m sure we can find a place to meet where we can yell our heads off and not be heard.”

“Yay for Planet Farm Hell, where the deer and the ronka play. Just don’t expect me to go for a roll where we might find their blessings heaped.” Jennifer swept her hair loose from the blouse she’d put on, letting still-unfamiliar honeyed waves tumble to her shoulders.

Ilid chuckled. After their conversations, he was aware of her sight-unseen opinion of Haven. “I’ll make it a point to scout out the cleanest pastures.”

“Ha! Find us a nice room in a decent inn, or forget it.” She grinned and kissed his lush lips, making it a hearty smack. At least she could get away with that amount of noise. Ilid’s parents continued to audibly chatter their low opinions of the kitchen staff on the other side of the too-thin wall.

“Consider the earliest reservation at a local inn done.” Ilid sighed his regret as he closed her blouse, hiding her heavy breasts from his view.

* * * *

“In spite of the acoustics, I wish the trip had been longer. I enjoyed getting to know you,” Jennifer whispered to Ilid.

He darted a glance at his parent clan, who followed them a few feet behind in the aisle toward the exit hatch of the shuttle. The vessel had landed a couple minutes before. “Me too. I will see you?”

Jennifer grinned, delighted at the prospect of encountering his familiar and classically handsome face again. And of discovering far more of him from head to toe. It was all she had to look forward to on the planet she’d never aspired to visit, much less spend an extended stay on. Three days of flight had barely scratched the surface of what promised to be an exciting fling where Ilid was concerned. She hadn’t come close to getting her fill of the compelling man.

“Remember, Clan Amgar’s farm is where I’ve been sentenced. I will be insulted if you don’t visit in a day or two,” she warned.

There was no trace of the reserve that sometimes gripped Ilid. He smiled broadly. “I’d never insult a woman such as you,” he swore, his Kalquorian accent slightly slurring the English he spoke for her benefit.

Perhaps his parent clan overheard them despite their quiet conversation. Kalquorian hearing was insanely sensitive. Maybe they’d have heard her and Ilid getting friendly even if the walls had been thicker. Over Ilid’s shoulder, she saw Matara Diju and her trio of male clanmates exchange smirks.

Far from the protective type for whom no woman would be good enough for her son, Diju had acted determined to play matchmaker between the young people. Every chance she’d gotten during the flight to Haven, a mixed Earther-Kalquorian community in Kalquorian Empire space, Diju had pointed out Ilid’s best traits to Jennifer.

She might have been delighted to hear them having sex. Jennifer somehow kept her nose from wrinkling at the thought.

She had no designs on any long-term relationships, though Ilid was a compelling temptation to give her daydreams to the contrary. Twenty-three years old, he was perfect for fun, especially when his pronounced serious streak disappeared.

She would see him again, she vowed. Though his problems were his own, she was determined to loosen him up. His laugh brightened their surroundings when it came, which was far too rare. He was a genuinely good guy.

Had she been in the market for a serious relationship, she admitted she would have judged Ilid a better than acceptable prospect. The Dramok breed of Kalquorian men had a habit of being bossy in her opinion. In defiance of his categorization, Ilid possessed an aura of vulnerability under the surface. She found it alluring. His parents were absolute darlings from what she could tell from their short acquaintance. That assessment included the watchful and brooding Nobek Gruthep, the protector of the clan. He and his clanmates doted on Ilid while obviously trying not to smother him.

In short, Ilid was wonderful, as was his family. Jennifer almost regretted her determination to play the field, but she’d eschewed dating Kalquorians until recently. She had a lot of catching up to do when it came to the species her elder sister Hope had committed to, in love and career. Fortunately…or unfortunately, depending on how things went…Ilid would possibly return to Kalquor in a month anyway.

An attendant who’d kept the sole five civilian passengers of the spacious shuttle comfortable during the trip, wearing the armored uniform of a Kalquorian fleet member, offered a slight bow as Jennifer and Ilid neared the hatch. “Welcome to Haven.”

“Ee-i-ee-i-o,” Jennifer muttered in sing-song.

“Matara?”

“An old Earther tune regarding the glamorous life on a farm. I can’t wait to be among the cows and pigs.”

Ilid chuckled. He’d heard her complaints when it came to being stuck on Haven, a mostly agricultural community. He’d been appropriately sympathetic while finding humor in her concerns about backwoods hayseeds and watching where she stepped when she went outdoors.

She was relieved not to be knocked backward by the smell of animal manure when she exited the hatch. Indeed, Haven’s largest spaceport bore a remarkably respectable resemblance to such facilities she’d been to throughout the galaxy. It appeared as technologically modern as busier ports, if less hectic and noisy.

Despite the welcome absence of fertilizer aroma, Jennifer noted an appalling amount of flannel shirts, stained dungarees, and tall boots among the obvious fulltime residents who hurried past groups of uniformed ships’ crews. Even the Kalquorians who apparently called Haven home had adopted clothing reflecting an Earther influence. Yeehaw, she thought, her mood dipping. Two flavors of hayseeds.

She slowly descended the ramp to the ridged flooring, which offered stable, nonslip footing. Feeling Ilid close behind, she said, “It’s quieter than most spaceports. Fewer ships.”

“Anti-virus protocols have shut out a lot of commerce, I’d guess,” he ventured, also gazing at their surroundings. His expression had taken on the nervously watchful cast she’d caught glimpses of during the trip.

Nobek Gruthep, a scarred but likable member of Kalquor’s warrior caste sporting an ass-long graying braid, placed a hand on Ilid’s shoulder. “Their security watches carefully for Darks, too. There have been no instances of suspicion our enemy has gained a presence on Haven.”

Ilid visibly drew a deep breath. Another nervous glance at his surroundings, and he relaxed enough to smile at Jennifer. “Where is this Clan Amgar supposedly responsible for rehabilitating you, Miss Behavior?”

Jennifer blew a raspberry at him but laughed. As far as Ilid and anyone who asked knew, she’d run a bit wild in the now Dark-overrun Galactic Council, where she’d attended university until a few weeks prior. According to her cover story, she hadn’t gotten in the sort of trouble to land her in a detention facility…thanks to her father’s high-ranking position in the government…but it had been decided she should cool her heels on Haven while she learned to stay out of mischief.

In response to this tale, Ilid had given her the pun nickname of “Miss Behavior.” His mother had been quick to defend Jennifer. She vigorously protested a young person’s right to make mistakes, especially in the current climate of war and viral pandemics. Jennifer had merely laughed at Ilid’s gentle teasing. She could take a joke, and he was as non-malicious as a person could be.

In response to his question about her guardians, Jennifer glanced at the few people rushing past. “I have no idea what they look like. Their Matara is an Earther and…oh, that might be them.”

An attractive blond woman, flanked by two Kalquorian men, was hurrying along the walkway in the middle of the docked vessels. The blonde waved at Jennifer, smiling a welcome.

“Nobek and Imdiko. There’s no Dramok,” Ilid’s father Jadel said in an undertone, probably to his clanmates.

“It’s nice three of the four came to meet Jennifer on a regular workday.” Diju stepped forward to stand next to her. The muscled but plump Kalquorian woman waited expectantly, making it clear she regarded herself responsible for the younger woman until her rightful caregivers arrived.

The oncoming trio eyed Ilid and his parent clan warily, but their expressions remained pleasant. Jennifer decided it was up to her to head off any concerns.

“Hi!” she called. “Clan Amgar?”

“Here we are.” The Earther woman was extremely slender, the sort of leanness that spoke of hard work rather than lack of nourishment. When she shook Jennifer’s hand, there was surprising strength in her grip. “Sorry we ran a bit late. I’m Sara.”

“It was my fault we weren’t prompt.” The unfamiliar Nobek’s gaze took in Clan Codab, each man in turn. “I’m Nobek Groteg, head of the Kalquorian branch of Haven’s security. This is our Imdiko, Utber.”

“It’s good to meet you. Let me introduce my new friends Dramok Ilid and his parents, Matara Diju, Dramok Codab, Imdiko Jadel, and Nobek Gruthep.” Jennifer glanced between the Nobeks. “Your names are similar, and you’re both involved in law enforcement. I bet I’ll get them mixed up. Don’t smack the silly Earther when she calls you the wrong names.”

The pair glanced at her and chuckled. Groteg visibly relaxed. “I’ll let it pass this first time.” His eyes twinkled.

She grinned, liking him on the spot despite his intimidating appearance. “You’re the head of the planet’s security? Isn’t the area kind of…isolated for you to work from?”

“ Isolation describes Haven’s overall setup in a nutshell,” Utber laughed. “The town of Sunrise is small, but it’s mere kilometers from the seat of our government. The location has been deliberately kept rural for the safety of the planet’s leaders.”

“It’s easier to keep tabs on those who show up to cause problems,” Groteg agreed. “It appears to be an odd arrangement, but so far, it’s worked for us.” His attention turned to Clan Codab. “I understand your clan is interested in expanding your bakery business beyond Kalquor.”

“Under our son’s management.” Diju beamed at Ilid. “If we find Haven suitable, he’ll do an amazing job.”

Groteg, Gruthep, and Codab exchanged what Jennifer thought were overly meaningful glances. What had she missed?

“A bakery would be wonderful,” Sara said, her blue eyes brightening. Their corners creased pleasantly as her smile deepened. “The only one in Sunrise closed when the owner passed away several months ago. We have a coffee shop, but it isn’t the same. I understand the building and its equipment are for sale.”

“It sounds like an intriguing opportunity for Ilid.” Diju beamed at the news.

“Let me give you the address. Had you planned to stay nearby during your visit?”

While the women put their heads together, the men, save Ilid, drew close to mutter. Ilid jerked his head to indicate Jennifer and he should retreat a couple feet distant so they could talk.

“Clan Amgar seems to be a good bunch. Are you okay? Nervous?” he asked.

She smirked. “I was told I’m not the first wayward youth they’ve worked to put on the straight and narrow. I don’t see what kind of trouble I could find on Planet Farm Hell anyway. Hey, have you ever heard of cow tipping? I bet you’d be great at it.” She eyed his muscular build, her grin widening.

“I don’t know what cow tipping is, but it sounds as if Miss Behavior is already up to no good.” He shook a finger, laughing as he pretended to reprimand her.

“Ilid, Clan Amgar needs to get Jennifer settled and return to their workday. We’ll have to say our goodbyes for now. We’ll see you again, Jennifer?” Diju sounded hopeful.

Jennifer kept her gaze locked on Ilid. “I certainly plan on it.”

“If only to distract you from committing mayhem.” He dipped a traditional Kalquorian bow to her. “I look forward to hearing all about you toiling in the fields while seeking to keep your shoes clean. Until then, Matara Jennifer Seng.” He winked, his broad grin dispelling the formality.

Wistful loss swept through her as Ilid and his family said their goodbyes and walked away. For some reason, it bothered Charity “Jennifer Seng” Nath to see her would-be lover leave, unaware of her true identity.

* * * *

“Has it been difficult to respond to the name Jennifer ?” Sara asked as Clan Amgar’s well-used but clean shuttle, piloted by Groteg, zipped over vast swaths of fields and woods.

“I’m getting used to it. I went under another name on Jedver, while I was at university. I’ve had to be someone else for a long time now.” Charity grew glummer by the second as she viewed a few buildings in the distance. No doubt it was the town Sunrise, which was closest to the spaceport and her hosts’ farm. The spaceport’s scatter of landing pads and buildings covered more land than the town did.

Maybe I’m not in the middle of nowhere, but I can see it from here.

“This has to be a shock to the system after the bustle of a university area and a crowded space station.” Imdiko Utber was what Charity thought of classically handsome, though in a way too boyish for his years.

“This is, uh, quite bucolic. Wide open spaces, plenty of room to run wild and free, huh?”

They must have picked up on her false brightness. The trio chuckled.

“Don’t worry. There are activities for young people to do besides yank weeds and feed chickens,” Sara assured her.

Playing ‘dodge the cow shit,’ for example. Charity had a habit of tossing such smart remarks around, especially when she was in a foul or depressed mood. However, Clan Amgar was doing her a favor by letting her hide at their home until the heat of being the daughter of the so-called traitor General Borey Nath cooled.

She shrugged. “You don’t just farm, is my understanding. Besides Groteg being Haven’s head of security, Imdiko Utber is chef to the Kalquorian governor, right?”

Utber smiled. “Which is why I can guarantee a nice meal tonight to properly welcome you to our home. How do steak, potatoes, salad, and apple pie sound?”

Her grin was genuine this time. “Like heaven. Sara, I was told you manage the farm. What does Dramok Amgar do?”

Their warmth toward her didn’t diminish, but she detected a dampening of mood. Groteg’s voice was quiet as he kept his attention on the shuttle controls. “Our Dramok passed eight years ago in a fire.”

“Oh. I’m so sorry. I had no idea.”

“It was a hero’s death,” Groteg said, pride mixing in the heaviness. “He saved our sons.”

“While Groteg saved our daughter. He also nearly died doing so.” Sara’s gaze showed love as she regarded him. “My clanship to Amgar was short, but I count myself as lucky to have had the months we did.”

“Let’s talk about you, Jennifer. I hope you don’t mind me getting in the habit of your assumed identity, rather than using your real name.” Utber interjected smoothly.

“Not at all.”

“Your role isn’t exactly a compliment, is it? Are you all right playing the part of a troubled young woman?”

“It’s a shame you’re coming in under a supposed cloud of mischief. You’re already dealing with the actual problem of radical Earthtiques wanting to interrogate you for their own ends.” Sara’s pretty face took on a determined cast Charity recognized. It was the look her elder sister Hope had worn when she’d been hellbent to shelter Charity from a powerful man who’d wanted to force her into marriage and sexual slavery. It was the expression her aunt Ruth had taken on when the supposedly dead Charity had been outed as alive and well on Alpha Space Station.

It looks as if I found myself another mama bear. Charity was equal parts amused and dismayed.

“The cover story the fleet’s spy division decided on is the best possible excuse for her being here. We’re known for taking in youths who’ve encountered difficulties in society. Usually we foster Nobek teens, but few will question our having you move in.” Groteg spoke in a steady tone. Charity thought she heard an underlying attitude of this is how it is so deal with it .

Very Nobek, in other words. She bet he kept his past problematic wards in line easily.

“It’s only a part you have to act.” Sara was doing her best to soften what she believed must be a blow to Charity’s ego.

The younger woman had to laugh. “If you only knew how my family would respond to my situation. They’d tell you no acting is required on my part when it comes to youthful hijinks and bad attitude.”

“Really?” Utber gazed at her, his disbelief tinged by growing concern as he tried to detect wickedness in her demeanor. Perhaps he was thinking of her potential influence on his children.

“Don’t worry. I tend to be less mouthy to those I’m unrelated to. Especially those who might decide I’m more bother than I’m worth. I have no interest in giving you a reason to send me to the barn to sleep.”

She earned chuckles, including from Groteg.

Sara said, “Children typically let their parents have the worst of their behavior. Our kids’ teachers go on and on about how well behaved they are, but when it comes time for homework and chores—”

“The daily beatings commence to get them in line.” Groteg shot a grin over his shoulder at Charity to show he was joking. She was startled how handsome a smile made his somewhat stark features.

“As for farm work, I don’t expect you to do much. Just enough to keep anyone from becoming suspicious,” Sara said. “I’m sure you have your studies to keep up on until you can return to school. I prefer you to focus on them as much as possible.”

“I don’t mind pulling my weight,” Charity was surprised to hear herself say. She found she meant it, however. Her instincts insisted these people, who were going out of their way to shelter a stranger, were the best sort.

“We can always use an extra hand,” Utber sighed. “I don’t know how Sara does it, despite us having hired help. Groteg and I pitch in when our jobs allow.”

Charity was prompted to warn them. “Please understand, I don’t know the first thing when it comes to farming. Someone once gave me a spider plant as a gift. I was told it was low- maintenance and hard to kill. It lasted three months before my black thumb of death did it in.”

“We’ll find something nonlethal for you to demonstrate to visitors you’re helping us.” Sara glanced at the window vid as the shuttle began its descent. A very Earth-style two-story farmhouse featuring a wraparound porch came into view. “Here we are. Welcome to the farm of Clan Amgar, Jennifer.”

Chapter Two

“Nice place,” Charity said, no trace of sarcasm to be found as she stood next to the shuttle and looked at her surroundings.

The white house was lovely and so Earther, she was surprised the Kalquorian part of the clan lived in it. It had a cute porch swing and rocking chairs. The adjacent red barn was a familiar sight, thanks to scenic photographs and the picture books she’d read as a kid.

Charity hadn’t been at any actual farms when she’d lived on Earth. Nonetheless, she’d have sworn she’d been transported ten years in the past and stood on her home planet. Darn if she didn’t hear chickens clucking nearby.

Groteg and Utber brought out her travel bins from the shuttle. “Sorry to dump you and run, but we have to return to work for a few hours,” the Imdiko explained as he hurried past to the house.

“Don’t worry. You have me…oh, and here come the kids,” Sara said as a long shuttle zoomed toward the farm. It settled on the dirt lane before the large front yard in front of the home.

Charity watched as the shuttle’s hatch opened and a dark-haired boy of around eight or nine years of age fairly leapt out of its environs. Clan in shorts and a shirt bearing evidence of a recent eating mishap, his sturdy legs pumped as he raced across the lawn. His face beamed in the age-old exuberance of a child released from the tedium of a school day.

Following at a much more sedate pace came a lovely adolescent girl, enviable golden curls of hair cascading to the waistband of her slouchy trousers. Her gaze was curious, neither friendly nor adversarial as she eyed Charity’s presence. She simply seemed to be cataloguing the new arrival.

Finally was another blonde, a teenage boy who was a male version of Sara. He blinked at Charity. A friendly grin spread across his handsome features. His walk took on a strut. Sara, standing next to Charity, snorted.

“Go easy on the oldest, okay? It took him a whole week to get over his last crush.”

Charity covered her mouth to smother a laugh. “I’ll convince him I’m an elderly woman, too uncool to be bothered by. How old is he?”

“Fifteen.” Sara sighed, then her youngest was on her, hugging her. “Hey, sweetie. How was school?”

“I got a hundred percent on my math test! Hi, who are you?” Wide brown eyes gazed at Charity.

“Hold on for your brother and sister, and I’ll introduce you all at once. Come on, guys, you have chores and I’m running behind on my own stuff.” As the siblings lined up in front of Charity and Sara, their mother rattled off names. “Adam’s my oldest. James is our math whiz, and Tori’s twelve going on twenty-one. This is Jennifer, everyone. She’ll be staying for a while.”

“A human girl instead of a Nobek? That’s new. What are you in for?” Tori wore a half-smirk.

“It doesn't matter. Treat her as you would your brothers…no, treat her respectfully,” Sara hurriedly amended.

Charity had her story ready, however. Having been a pre-teen not so long ago herself, she grinned at Tori. “I might have had a bad habit of pulling pranks on those who lacked senses of humor.”

“You got sent to Haven for pranking somebody?”

“The last stunt went kind of wrong. No permanent injuries, but…” Charity shrugged, as if to say what can you do? Then she assumed a penitent expression. “I didn’t mean to hurt my chemistry professor. It was only supposed to be a little blast.”

Sara fell into her role. “The trouble when it comes to these situations is we rarely want to cause harm, but it happens quite easily. I’ve been informed you were warned this exile would happen if you kept up your practical jokes.”

Charity hung her head. She peeked through still-unfamiliar honey-blond strands to see what reaction their performance had won.

Adam gazed at her as if impressed, his blue eyes bright. Charity might have told him she’d scaled the galaxy’s tallest mountain in high heels and won less admiration.

Tori’s attention was pointed at her mother, showing a sort of world-weariness reserved for those of a certain age who couldn’t believe how lame their parents were. Her tone was all sympathy when she said, “Accidents happen. Sounds to me like someone had it out for you, Jennifer.” Having dispensed her opinion, she headed to the house. “Lovely to meet you. Pop by my room to chat after dinner, if you want. Later, all. Stuff to do.”

“ Stuff had better include weeding the herb garden,” Sara called after her.

Meanwhile, James had discovered a large red bug trundling over the grass. He was busy setting sticks, leaves, and other debris in its way. If he’d taken any notice of Charity’s supposed sins, he’d forgotten them already.

Sara shooed the boys off to do their chores and start on their homework. “Dinner table at six. With hands washed, James.” She grinned at Charity as soon as they were out of earshot. “Pretty good cover story.”

“I wish I could take credit, but the Kalquorian powers-that-be concocted it.” Charity gazed at the front door, through which the children had disappeared.

All three were fully human, no doubt from an earlier relationship Sara had been in. Sometimes the hybrid offspring of Kalquorians and Earthers appeared to be solely of Kalquorian heritage, but even those possessing strong human traits had some hint of the other species in their appearances. She wondered why Clan Amgar had no hybrid children, but it wasn’t a polite question to ask. Especially not of a woman she’d met less than an hour ago.

“Let’s go to the kitchen,” Sara suggested. “A cup of coffee or tea?”

“Coffee would be amazing,” Charity said gratefully. “But if you have work, I don’t want to hold you up—”

“Nothing too pressing. Claiming I’m behind on my work is what I automatically say to the kids because it’s usually true.” Sara laughed. “They gave us a decent heads-up you were coming. I set aside time to get you settled.”

They were soon seated at a small table in what had to be the most technologically advanced kitchen Charity had ever seen. It made sense it would be, thanks to Utber being an honest-to-goodness chef. Because the farmhouse was so traditional from the outside, she’d expected a more rustic setting. She had to admit the modernity disappointed her a little.

Sara stirred real cream in her coffee from a nearby dairy farm. Charity sipped hers, enjoying the decadent richness as if she indulged in a particularly luscious dessert.

“I don’t mind answering most personal questions, especially considering your situation. You must worry about whom you can trust these days,” Sara told her. “You were wondering why I have only human children after eight years of clanship.”

“I was, but it’s none of my business. Seriously, if the people who sent me trust you, then I do too.”

“Thanks, but as I said, I don’t mind. James came earlier than expected due to a major pregnancy complication. When I say he came early, I mean on the kitchen floor of my first house here. I nearly died.”

“Wow. I bet you were terrified.”

“That’s putting it lightly. Having him left internal damage, which couldn’t be corrected. The doctors warned me against having more children. They couldn’t guarantee they or I would survive future pregnancies.

“My first husband had died a few months before James was born. I’d never farmed before coming to Haven. With two small children already to care for, I wasn’t doing so well. Clan Amgar swooped to the rescue and helped us. Hell, they saved us, me particularly. It was considered scandalous how quickly we fell in love.”

“Probably especially where your fellow Earthers were concerned,” Charity guessed.

“Don’t get me wrong; I loved my husband Jesse. He was a good man. Unfortunately, we’d married for the wrong reasons…to be grown up and escape from our small Midwestern town on Earth.”

“It reminds me of a romance movie or a book.”

“We were romantics, including pie-in-the-sky dreams. We even accomplished a couple. We earned college degrees despite working full time and having Adam and Tori. We were saving for a home. Then Armageddon hit and tore our lives out from under us. We counted ourselves lucky to get a chance to start over on Haven.” Sara’s blue eyes gazed in the distance. Her sweet face was sad, and Charity saw the faint lines of care a tough life had etched in her pretty features.

“What happened to Jesse? How did he die?”

“He got sick. At its beginning, Haven was a lot different from how it is now. The Kalquorian governor, a Dramok named Ospar, was eager to help the residents in any way he could. He was limited in that respect since Haven’s original charter meant we Earthers had to rely on our human governor. Governor Hoover was tightfisted when it came to aid. He acted as if the money came out of his own pocket. A real ‘pull yourself up by your own bootstraps’ type, and tough luck if you couldn’t afford boots in the first place.”

“Sounds similar to what they have on Mercy and New Bethlehem. He would have been an Earthtique,” Charity supposed.

“No doubt. When Jesse got sick, we’d just planted our first crop. There wasn’t money for him to see a doctor. So he didn’t and…” Sara’s hands splayed wide.

“Assholes,” Charity muttered. She blushed when she realized she’d said it out loud.

Sara grinned. “I had a few nasty names to call Hoover and his gang. Jesse should still be here. He deserves to be here. It’s funny to think so when I love Groteg and Utber, but it’s how it is.”

She gazed into her coffee. “They and Amgar showed up in my hour of need. They made sure me and the kids were taken care of. Knights in shining armor, pretty much. When I realized I was starting to feel more for them than gratitude, I was shocked. I’d recently buried my poor Jesse. I’d just had his baby. How could I fall in love again so fast?”

“It wasn’t the same love as what you and Jesse had.” Charity prompted when she paused, swept up by the tale.

Sara smiled at her, surprised. “You’re right. It wasn’t pie-in-the-sky. It wasn’t a couple of kids who were too dumb to think their future through. It was a mature love between people who’d seen the worst of what life could throw at us.” She thought, trying to put together the right words.

She must have found them because she added, “I saw Clan Amgar as they were. The fact they were stable and loyal and kind was a plus…but they had their shortcomings, as I do. Instead of wanting to mold them to fit my ideals, the way I had with Jesse, I was willing to take them as they were. I loved them for who they were, imperfections and all. I guess I’d grown up.”

“They weren’t unhappy you couldn’t give them kids of their own? It was a big deal to Kalquorians at one point.”

“Careful. Don’t suggest to Groteg and Utber those three fiends of mine aren’t theirs too. They’ll take it personally.”

“Really?”

“Right from the start, they and Amgar adored the children. When they asked me to clan, they asked Adam too. Tori and James were too young to understand what was going on, but Adam accepted them for fathers on his and his siblings’ behalf.”

“Wow. No jealousy?”

“Adam was scared and looking for security. He was lost without Jesse. He clung to my clanmates probably for all the wrong reasons at the beginning, but they’ve come to mean what they should to him.”

“That’s wonderful.” Charity couldn’t imagine being so accepting had her father remarried after her mother’s death, but she’d been older than Adam when she’d lost her parent.

“James never knew Jesse, of course. Tori took to Clan Amgar almost immediately. Especially Groteg. She’s a total daddy’s girl where he’s concerned.” Sara chuckled, her earlier sadness gone. “So my clanmates are their fathers, and they’re excellent ones. The biological question doesn’t come up.”

“It sounds like you got lucky,” Charity said.

“Definitely, though losing Amgar and Jesse…I’ve wondered if I’m cursed. At any rate, it makes me appreciate Groteg and Utber.” Sara shook her head, as if to dispel the subject from her mind as well as the conversation. “Speaking of men, what’s the scoop on the cutie who rode in on the shuttle with you? Dramok Ilid?”

“I wish I knew,” Charity sighed. “He’s so nice. He has this weird hint of tragedy too.”

“Weird? In what way?”

“I don’t know. Every now and then he looks haunted.” She snorted. “It’s probably a case of me being romantic and dramatic. I’m dying for a taste of passionate excitement, I guess. A riveting tale of the wounded soul aching to be healed.” Charity struck a theatrical pose, her hand to her brow.

Sara snickered. “You should have asked him.”

“I considered it, but it felt wrong to interrogate him for too many personal details since I’m hiding who I am.” Regret tugged at her anew.

“His parent clan seemed stable. They were protective of you.”

“Clan Codab are absolute sweethearts. My whole take on Ilid’s tale of some fascinating past woe is probably sheer fantasy. Seriously, how messed up is it to find the idea of a damaged man exciting?”

“No more messed up than a couple of teenage kids eloping the night of their high school graduation and running from home just because they were desperately bored and unhappy.” Sara sipped the last of her coffee and checked the time. “Goodness, I need to get a move on and do some work.”

Charity stood. “Point me to what you want done once you’ve armed yourself with all available patience.”

Sara laughed. “To the cellar then. We’ll bring up some potatoes and onions to prep for Utber. Then you can see your room and unpack.”

Charity was happy to follow her hostess. The worst of her angst at having to stay on Planet Farm Hell had disappeared, thanks to having Sara to talk to.

* * * *

“What’s this I hear about you taking in a human girl, Chief? I thought you specialized in troubled Nobeks.”

Groteg chuckled at the man who’d popped in his office. “Sara and Tori are sick of being outnumbered. They insisted we even the odds for a change.”

Martin Wilkes laughed. The assistant chief of security for the Earther side of Haven’s law enforcement force was a friendly guy, personable and easy to talk to. He was also as tall and muscled as a Kalquorian, six-foot-five of pure brawn at forty-two years of age. “I’m sure those ladies can hold their own, even when it comes to Nobeks. You don’t mind me nosing in, seeing as this new ward of yours is Earther?”

“Not at all. I had planned to send you a report detailing the particulars anyway. I waited until her actual arrival due to the Darks taking over the Galactic Council and the pandemics…”

“Yeah. She might have been refused entry.” Martin’s demeanor turned appropriately serious as he was reminded of the multiple areas of trouble befalling the galaxy as of late. “What’s the girl’s name?”

“Jennifer Seng. She was tossed out of college after damned near blowing up her professor…hell, most of the university’s chemistry lab too. It was the last in a series of escalating pranks to impress her peers.”

Martin stared in wide-eyed shock. “Why wasn’t she brought up on charges? Or was she, and this is what they decided on? Is it her first criminal offense?”

“She meant no real harm. Nonetheless, she’d been warned on multiple occasions to rein in her mischief. Her final antic made her family and the authorities decide she should face punishment. She’s never been on a farm before. The isolation is quite a shock.”

“She’s used to an urban setting, huh? Clubs instead of corrals?” Wilkes grinned.

“It’s a wakeup call. She’s in for quite a few surprises.”

“You’re in for it yourself, my friend. I have sisters, and you’ve never heard the intense distress of a teen or twenty-something when they can’t go out and have fun.”

The young woman Groteg was determined to fix in his head as “Jennifer” hadn’t struck him as particularly shallow. She was probably too worried about those eager to find her.

He wished he could bring Wilkes into his confidence as to his ward’s true identity. Unfortunately, the spy contingent of the fleet had warned only he, his clanmates, and the spy liaison present on Haven were to have the information.

“What was she studying in school?” Martin checked the time, indicating he had to stop indulging his curiosity and be somewhere soon.

“Astronomy. Smart girl, but a lot of growing up to do. Similar to the troubled Nobeks we get.” Groteg hit a button on his computer. “There you go. Full report straight to you and Chief Connelly.”

“Thanks. Hate to chat and run, but I have to give a speech at the local school on the advantages of staying on the straight and narrow. Universities don’t have an exclusive on pranksters.”

“Better you than me.” Groteg didn’t mind community outreach, but he hated giving speeches.

“Which is how I feel where your latest miscreant is concerned. Maybe I’ll use her as an example of how not to behave. Enjoy the angst.” Chuckling, Wilkes left the office.

* * * *

“This is the best mac and cheese I’ve ever had,” Charity declared after a single bite.

Imdiko Utber chuckled. “I had a lot of practice, thanks to the kids. Chicken tenders, mac and cheese, and pizza. You’d swear there were no other foods worth eating.”

“Tacos,” Tori declared. “Tacos are always to be on the week’s menu.”

“Grease and lactose, the fuel of the younger generation.” Charity had another forkful of mac and cheese and had to fend off a moan of sheer lust. Utber’s recipe was utterly decadent.

“It is a challenge to make sure it’s healthy,” the Imdiko chuckled.

“Such language. How dare you assault our ears with words like ‘healthy.’” Tori grinned at Charity, whom she sat beside.

The girl had wandered in Charity’s room as she was unpacking earlier. Her nonchalant facade had faded as they got to know each other. It had taken only half an hour before she was gabbing in the breathless way adolescent girls had when they’d found a confidante. Charity was amused, touched, and a little saddened…when had she left similar eagerness behind? Had she ever experienced it? She thought she might have been denied, having spent a portion of her own formative years under the yoke of hardline followers of Holy Leader Browning Copeland. There’d been Copeland himself, making it clear Charity was to become his latest wife when she was only fifteen…

She felt a rush of gladness Tori hadn’t grown up under the shadow of fear. Her angst was of the pure preteen kind, the testing indulged in by someone flexing independence from parents and teachers. Charity’s had been more of a defense mechanism to keep growing terror at bay.

She glanced at those around her, this fascinating family formed from a series of tragedies. Adam snuck worshipful glances at her when he wasn’t telling Groteg of the new coach for the football team he played running back for. Sara and Utber gently coaxed James to eat his buttered wedi stalks, which they’d caught him trying to hide under his napkin. Tori pumped Charity for information regarding college and the men she’d met, beaming at Groteg when he turned an anxious eye toward her and said, “Why are you asking about boys?”

“I’m just curious how those in GC space are different from these around here.”

“Well, don’t be, Lady Sunshine. There’ll be plenty of time for boys later. Much, much later.”

“Oh, Daddy. You’re cute freaking out over me dating.”

“You’re dating?” He turned his horrified gaze to Sara. “She’s dating ?”

She waved him off. “Of course she isn’t. She’s talking of the future when she’s sixteen.”

“Eighteen,” Groteg countered in a growl.

“Daddy!”

The warmth as they bantered and Groteg panicked reminded Charity how far she was from her own family. She’d left behind her aunt and uncle mere days ago when the bounty had been put on her by the fanatical factions of Mercy and New Bethlehem colonies. It had been months since she’d seen her sister Hope and father Borey in person.

We had no chance of being a family like this when we were together. Not after Armageddon. Not after Mom died.

“Don’t worry.” Sara had caught Charity’s state of mind, though not the reason for it. “We don’t always argue at length.”

“Usually, we’re worse,” Tori said cheerfully.

“Young lady,” Utber warned.

“Dating,” Groteg groaned, staring at his half-empty plate in despair. “How can she be thinking of dating at her age?”

“I’ve been thinking of dating for years. I’ll be old enough in a few months. Then look out, girls.” Adam grinned until he met Charity’s eyes. He blushed furiously and concentrated on shoveling his dinner in his face.

“They’d better not have to look out. If I hear of you being anything except the perfect gentleman, mister, you’ll be sorry.” Sara shook her fork at her oldest.

Utber looked at Charity and shrugged. “Welcome to the family. This is as good as it gets, I’m afraid.”

If you only knew how good you have it. As the bickering eased to laughter, Charity decided they might. Her angst abruptly transformed to a soft, sentimental joy.

She was glad for them and basked to be at the edges of their warmth.

* * * *

Assistant Chief Martin Wilkes eyed Jennifer Seng’s official identification picture, part of the information Chief Groteg had forwarded. He brought up another I.D. on his computer’s holo screen. He enlarged both so no detail could be missed. He looked at the two women side by side.

Jennifer’s honey-blond hair was shoulder length, a fabulously tousled mass suggesting windswept beaches. Sultry lidded deep blue eyes, which recalled the ocean, bore the slightest hint of an Asian background in their shape.

In contrast, the young woman so many were hunting for had dark brown hair and less-hooded hazel eyes. Jennifer’s nose and chin were narrower too. The second woman’s cheekbones were more sculpted, giving her a haughtier appearance.

There was a vague resemblance if one searched for it, but they did appear to be two different women. Surgery could have accounted for the variations…but if Jennifer Seng had undergone a cosmetic procedure, it was impossible to detect.

Wilkes considered them, wishing for a telltale scar or some other unmistakably shared detail. If there’d been any, if it were the same woman, the characteristics had been erased. He could only wonder until he had a face-to-face encounter with Groteg’s newest ward.

If Jennifer Seng was the recently vanished Charity Nath, Wilkes’ work was cut out for him to prove it.

Chapter Three

Ilid wandered the bucolic setting of the Earther-style home his parents had rented for the month. The property included an option to extend the lease should he deign to remain on Haven longer.

He was surprised at how taken he was by the wide-open countryside. He could see similar homes dotting the distance; free-standing structures of sprawling porches, fertile gardens of vegetables and flowers, and vast lawns. Close to Sunrise, these were getaways for those seeking quiet and the opportunity to unwind. Haven wasn’t a tremendously popular vacation destination, but for those invested in the sort of solitude that included the option of ready supplies in the nearby town, it was perfect.

Ilid was a city boy who’d temporarily traded the hustle and bustle of a major Kalquorian urban setting for the tight, congested spaces of a fleet spyship. Kalquor had its own wide-open spaces, but he’d eschewed plains and deserts for mountains and wooded areas.

He thought the wide space surrounding him should have been a void. He’d been prepared to be overwhelmed by the silence and loneliness. Instead, he felt incredible peace. He could see for what appeared to be miles at a stretch. Birds, frogs, and crickets imported from Earth and reptilian drils from Kalquor sang in a chorus as the sun sank into the horizon. Though darkness was beginning to spread, the absence of worrisome shadows made his heart light. For the first time in months, he felt a sense of real safety.

He heard the approach of someone behind him and recognized his mother’s tread. He marveled he had no instinct to whirl and search her for trouble. Less than a day on Haven, and he’d begun to accept he might be able to relax his constant vigilance for Darks.

She drew next to him and threaded her arm in his. “It’s so big out here. The sky goes on forever.”

He inhaled her scent and surmised she’d been baking stya rolls. Soft, airy breads, which practically melted in the mouth, they were among his favorites. He smiled at her.

I can finally breathe again. “I like it. I think Haven’s beautiful.”

“As is a certain young lady who shared our shuttle ride? Have you commed her to see how she’s settling in?”

“It’s a little soon, isn’t it? Are you in a hurry to clan me off your hands?” he teased.

“My home will always be yours. I simply want you to be happy. Jennifer made you smile more in three days than I’ve seen since you…since you returned from service.”

Since I was a prisoner of the Darks.

He warded off the sick memory. “She’s a special woman.” Vibrant and enthusiastic, Jennifer had helped him forget for minutes at a time the dangerous galaxy they lived in.

“She has promise. A mother’s instincts are seldom wrong when it comes to those who’d be right for her son.” Diju’s grin was self-assured.

Anguish rose again, determined to have its say. “What of her son’s rightness for potential clanmates? Can you guarantee that?”

Her smile faded. “You’re a wonderful man, Ilid. Caring, intelligent—”

“Damaged. Weak. After what happened, I might not be Dramok enough for anyone.”

“Stop it.” Diju tugged him to face her. “What you encountered would have destroyed most men. You survived what no one else on your ship could.”

“And afterward? If it hadn’t been for a watchful security guard in the psych ward, I wouldn’t have lived to see today. I fell apart. There’s no getting around it.”

He regretted reminding her of his suicide attempt as tears brightened her purple eyes. “You’re here now. Yes, you had a bad spell. Who wouldn’t, considering what happened? But you were given a second chance. You faced down the fears and won in the end.”

“It hasn’t ended, my mother. Until the Darks or we are destroyed, it’ll never be finished, not truly.” He drew a breath and smiled for her sake. “But yes, I am feeling healthier. I have no wish to end my life any longer. I just don’t know if I’m the kind of Dramok any woman deserves. Particularly a lady as lovely as Jennifer.”

Diju’s sadness was palpable. When a few seconds ticked past, she visibly drew herself up. “You should let her make such a decision, shouldn’t you? Despite an inclination to have the sort of fun and excitement people your age tend to go for…or at least, her tendencies that I wish you’d try on for size now since rank isn’t your entire focus…and if your drive to succeed isn’t pure Dramok, I don’t know what is…” the slew of half-formed protestations faded as she ran out of breath.

Ilid chuckled.

She waved him quiet. “As I was saying, underneath a slight hint of irresponsibility a twenty-year-old woman is entitled to, Jennifer is an intelligent person. So be the wonderful man you are. Let her good sense tell her what a catch she’s found in you.”

“If she’s half the Matara you are, I could hardly do better.” Ilid hugged Diju, feeling how lucky he was to have lived, if merely to be near her.

“My son, you deserve the best.”

Ilid watched Diju go inside the pleasant home, smiling at her determination to find him someone special. Buoyed by her encouragement, he pulled his com from its belt sheath and scrounged up Jennifer’s frequency. He hesitated a moment as insecurity nibbled his gut.

What the hell, the worst she can do is say get lost . He clicked to connect.

“Ilid!” came the happy audio-only voice despite his having enabled vid on his end. “How was your first day on Haven?”

“Not bad. We’ve barely settled in at the place we rented, so I haven’t done much else but unpack. No vid picture of your gorgeous face? Did I catch you at a bad time?”

Her laugh made him smile. “My newly adopted little sister might come bursting in my room at any moment. There was quite the discussion during dinner when it comes to her dating.”

“Oh?”

“She’s twelve and not seriously thinking of it yet, but her Nobek dad is already having a coronary over the idea. If she comes in and sees me talking to a handsome Dramok, it might start a whole episode I’d rather avoid setting off.”

He chuckled. “It sounds as if Clan Amgar is all right.”

“They’re terrific. Such a sad story, though. Dramok Amgar himself died years ago saving the children from a fire. They’d clanned Sara mere months before. Sweet prophets, it’s a tragedy, starting with her first husband’s death just before her youngest was born. It breaks my heart.”

Ilid didn’t try to keep the reluctance from his tone. “I guess I shouldn’t stop by in a day or two if you’re trying to be a good influence on the younger generation. If you want me to keep my distance—”

“Are you kidding me? You’d better come visit. I refuse to cool my heels here on the ass-end of nowhere the whole duration of my sentence.”

“I hear Miss Behavior howling to break free.”

“A girl’s gotta have some fun off the farm. Just no hot and heavy where we might be caught. Keep an eye out for the inn you promised we could escape to.”

Ilid laughed, delighting as always in her enthusiasm. Also in the memory of the kissing and heavy petting they’d indulged in during the trip to Haven. Jennifer had made it plain she’d been up for more than the little they’d managed, but they’d both been conscious of his parents’ proximity to wherever they managed to be on the small vessel.

He also preferred a romantic setting rather than a quick do-me in the tight, spare shuttle quarters allotted for sleeping. He was too fond of Jennifer to treat her like a one-night stand, even if it was all they ended up enjoying.

“My parents and I are going to town tomorrow to look at the local bakery for sale. I’ll check to see what fun we can have there.”

“No pig wrestling. Or cattle branding.”

“I have no idea what those are, but I’ll stay clear of them.”

She laughed. “I miss you already, Ilid. Com tomorrow and we’ll make plans for as soon as possible.”

“Consider it done.”

* * * *

A couple hours later, Ilid lay in the large bed in the room designated for him. He gazed at the open window, through which the cool night breeze wafted drapes. An actual window, he marveled. On their home planet, Kalquorians used energy-efficient vids to give the illusion of the outdoors. Some had vents to simulate breezes.

Somehow the real thing seemed nicer. But then, everything about Haven had pleased him thus far.

Above all, there were no Darks to threaten him. The terrible entities, part of a larger alien force known as the All, had invaded from another dimension and threatened the galaxy. Ilid had been among the first to confront the terrible creatures while orbiting a planet called Bi’is. The Darks had destroyed Bi’is’ entire civilization in a matter of weeks after their arrival.

Few people could detect the Darks by sight. Ilid was among them. As an ensign on a spyship, he’d been aware of strange, transparent shadow shapes draped on the shoulders and necks of his fellow crewmates, controlling everyone around him. At the beginning, he’d thought he was going insane. The Darks had realized he was on to them and inflicted horrific experiments to learn how he was able to see them. Thanks to a fellow low-ranking crewmember who could also detect the malevolent creatures, Ilid had been set free. In his attempt to expose the Darks to the fleet, his rescuer had accidentally destroyed the spyship. Badly injured, Ilid had barely escaped alive on a shuttle, the sole survivor of his crew.

Other ships had honed in on his distress call, and he’d been able to warn the Kalquorian Empire of the Dark menace determined to wipe them out of existence. After the trauma he’d endured, Ilid had been remanded to a psychiatric hospital. He’d been unable to sleep because of nightmares, plagued by hallucinations of shadows creeping up on him, and terrorized by the knowledge the Darks were coming for Kalquor. The All and its Darks had taken control of the Galactic Council of Planets, the ambassadorial body of many worlds, including Kalquor and Earth II.

The idea of his parents having to cope with his ongoing overwhelming distress had sent Ilid into a greater blackness. A few weeks earlier, he’d attempted suicide rather than cause them further pain. The quick-acting hospital staff had kept him from succeeding, and his parents’ determination and love had lured him back into wanting to live. The trip to Haven, where safeguards had thus far thwarted the Darks’ infiltration efforts, was the latest effort to restore Ilid to emotional well-being.

It’s an escape though. I’m not facing my fears.

On board the shuttle taking him to Haven, he’d met Jennifer. She’d somehow made his hurts less in the three days he’d known her. She was a bright spot in an increasingly grim universe. It wasn’t just Diju’s eager matchmaking helping him consider a future with someone special.

Fertile Kalquorian women had become few, thanks to a deadly and often sterilizing virus. Kalquorian men had banded together in clans for several centuries, made up of three breeds: Dramok, Imdiko, and Nobek. Until recently, such a union had been the legal requirement to clan an increasingly rare female lifegiver, the celebrated and venerated Matara.

Earthers had changed everything. The numerous human women had been found to be compatible for carrying children fathered by Kalquorians, thanks to an ancient ancestor common to the two species.

Nowadays, a single Kalquorian man of any breed could clan, or marry, a human woman. Clanning of all the breeds continued to be a favored tradition among several, however. Prior to his encounter with the Darks, Ilid hadn’t been able to conceive of heading anything but the typical four-person clan, though he was perfectly willing for his future Matara to be Earther.

The Darks had destroyed his hopes. Ilid’s damaged psyche had challenged his view of himself. How could he be a true clan leader…a real Dramok…when nightmares left him screaming? When he’d run from Kalquor to escape the continuing Dark threat hanging over it?

Meeting Jennifer had allowed some of his dream to reassert itself, despite his misgivings. She’d shown him he still wished to have someone to share his life with.

An Earther might not have the expectations of a Nobek and an Imdiko. Perhaps Ilid was Dramok enough for such a relationship. He wondered if a human woman could accept a less than perfect man if she didn’t know the extent of how badly he’d been broken.

* * * *

“I’m concerned the sudden appearance of a young Earther woman on Haven at the exact same time Charity Nath vanished from Alpha Space Station might raise suspicions.”

Charity paused nibbling her toast smothered in homemade blueberry jam to consider Sara’s worried comment. She nodded her agreement. “Never underestimate the fanaticism of Earthtiques. Even before coffee. Especially before coffee.”

It was her and the lady of the manor, the kids having gone to school and the men to work. Charity had been allowed to sleep in after the excitement of arrival. She’d missed the breakfast rush, during which Clan Amgar’s dozen hired workers had also been fed.

Meals cooked by the incredible Utber and a paycheck. It sounded like a pretty great deal for the farmhands, Charity thought.

Sara chuckled, overtly banishing her concerns. “You’re probably not being watched so soon. Still, it wouldn’t hurt for you to be seen doing a few chores on the farm right away. We should establish your presence as a worker now, same as the rest of our ‘projects’ we’ve taken in.”

“Explain in very small words how I can avoid killing your crops. Remember, I don’t know a weed from a carrot.”

“Don’t worry; as far as anyone knows, you’ll be doing most your penance in and around the house rather than the fields.”

“I’m fine doing whatever you think is best.” Charity gobbled her toast and sucked down her coffee. “Point me where I need to be.”

“I’d appreciate you taking the hovercart to the west field and delivering lunches. It would be a good start to make you known as just another face here.”

* * * *

Even if Charity hadn’t been a talented plotter of the stars and therefore fully capable of finding the west field of the farm, the hovercart had a map app which told her exactly where she was headed. A third of the workers were working there, where a variety of beans, squashes, and corn were growing.

She was impressed by the vastness of the west field’s twenty-acre stretch and its seemingly endless mounds. The trio of edibles had been planted together: the corn supplied the tall stalks for the bean vines to climb, and the broad leaves of the squash varieties kept weeds at bay from both plants. Among them trundled a number of AI machines, which tested the soil, adjusted nutrients and water levels, and basically kept the farm producing well. The four workers assigned to the field kept an eye on the machines and were ready to respond to any maintenance issues or malfunctions. They also checked the plants themselves for anything the machines might somehow miss.

Charity could have ridden on the hovercart…Sara had told her most usually did because of the distances between the workers…but she was thrilled to stretch her legs under the balmy sunshine. Living on Alpha Space Station for a few weeks had reminded her to appreciate the joys of being on a planet. Alpha hadn’t been a small, cramped station, but walking its corridors and promenade didn’t feel as roomy as striding on a terrestrial world. Particularly one given mostly to farming.

“I still don’t want to be on Yeehaw Central,” Charity told the waving cornstalk leaves she passed on her way to the hired hands. “Don’t feel too smug I’m currently enjoying myself, Haven.”

Her first stop was near a human male she guessed to be in his sixties. Though his hair was iron gray, he was hale and greeted her with a strong handshake. “Gus Fremont,” he introduced himself. “I heard we’d see you around. Pleased to meet you, especially since you’re bringing lunch.”

Charity chuckled. “I’m glad someone’s happy to see me. Cranky machine?” She nodded to the yellow and black field monitor lying on the ground instead of floating among the plants. It was about the size of a German shepherd. Its myriad of nearly a dozen arms were flung wide on the rich brown soil, as if it had been killed in a shootout in a saloon.

“Yeah, it’s insisting stuff is ready to harvest. Caught it before it started picking, thank the prophets. Probably a bad sensor. Those go faster than anything else on these beasts.”

A little small talk, and Charity moved on. Gus hadn’t asked her what had brought her to Haven and the Amgar farm. Had Sara informed the fieldhands of her supposed indiscretion, or did he simply mind his own business?

“That’s a rare breed,” she snorted as she moved on.

Her next mouth to feed was a human who told her to call him Bud. A fitting nickname for Planet Farm Hell, but he too seemed nice. A rawboned man in his forties, he was pleasant, though not as smilingly so as Gus. “Found some trouble elsewhere? Don’t worry; we don’t mind young’uns who cut up a bit. You landed in the perfect place, miss.”

“Thanks. I like Clan Amgar.” She managed not to drawl partner after speaking.

“Excellent bunch. None better.” He turned to yet another monitor apparently on the fritz.

Next came a Dramok in his late teens. He looked her over while wearing a shy grin but spoke politely as he worked on the third farm monitor having a bad day. “I want to have the biggest farm on Haven when I claim my plot. I’m learning all aspects of the work from the ground up.”

“Good luck.” He reminded Charity of the slightly younger Adam. Teenage humanoid boys were apparently a lot alike, no matter the species. Certainly their side glances at women and eagerness to impress them were the same.

She found her final lunch recipient doing what was quickly becoming apparent was the main job of fieldhands: working on faulty farm monitors. “Do any of these contraptions work right?”

The Nobek she addressed appeared to be Ilid’s age, early to mid-twenties. The lack of more than a couple scars on his chest, exposed by the loose, long-sleeved shirt he wore, bore out her guess. His expression was remarkably reserved, allowing only a portion of the natural Nobek aura of contained danger to betray his breed…barely so.

He regarded her for a couple of beats before answering as he accepted the proffered covered lunch tray. “Field monitors work pretty much nonstop, day and night. Even if they aren’t breaking down, we have to do constant maintenance.”

He didn’t tell her his name. His curt nod had served as the traditional bow of respect she’d grown used to receiving from Kalquorian men. He set the food tray aside and focused his attention on the monitor he was pulling apart. Charity observed he seemed to be cleaning the dirt-encrusted components.

“I’m…Jennifer Seng.”

“Are you sure?” He’d noted her hesitation but refused to glance up. Or maybe he was being extra diligent in his work. His intense stare on the machine had no room for distractions.

She felt a nudge of irritability at his lack of interest and her near-mistake of giving the name “Ashley Holloway,” which had been what she’d gone by at the university on Jedver. At least she hadn’t nearly outed herself as Charity Nath.

“Do you have a name? Or can I make one up for you? How about…Tex? Seeing as how we’re on Planet Farm Hell, it would fit.”

“Ah. You aren’t here by choice.” His lips twitched a notch, as if wanting to smile smugly.

“Exactly. I have a life, which I haven’t given up on yet.” She grinned, though he continued to refuse to look at her.

“You lived too intensely if you’ve come to Haven against your will. You’re the first human I’ve seen remanded to Clan Amgar’s farm, however. The only woman.”

“Well, Tex, it’s like this. I’m a trailblazer. Equal rights fighter. I wanna commit nefarious crimes on behalf of the sisterhood, show you boys how it’s properly done.”

Maybe it was the boys that got him to look at her. Charity flashed him her best irascible grin, daring him to take the bait.

She had a definite crush to pursue where Ilid was concerned, but she was aware of the rules of Kalquorian society. She and Ilid weren’t clanned. Adhering to his traditions, it meant she was free to flirt with any man of any breed she wished. Charity’s own personal code meant she wouldn’t play for the attention of another Dramok while seeing Ilid, no matter how casual she felt the bond was. She was too fascinated by her new friend. Besides, it felt rude.

A handsome, unattached Nobek, however…that was a different story. For all she knew, Ilid was searching for male clanmates. They’d both discussed the merits of the shuttle attendants, so she was aware he was, similar to most Kalquorians, bisexual. Charity had indulged in experimenting with her own gender but had discovered it wasn’t for her. She’d seen plenty of erotic vids of men enjoying other men, particularly Kalquorian porn, and thought it titillating, however.

I bet Ilid would like this guy. He appreciates the big hunky ones when it comes to Nobeks. The lack of smiling and personality might be a dealbreaker, though.

Charity, on the other hand, loved a challenge. Drawing out Nobek Strong and Silent had abruptly become a project.

She went to the hovercart, smirking to suppose “Tex” might be feeling a moment of relief to believe she was leaving. Instead, she sat on its edge and got comfortable.

“What about you, Tex? Are you here because you’re a bad boy, or did you decide on a slow, painful death by boredom to prove your Nobek worth?”

Did she imagine him drawing a deep breath, as if to gain strength? His deep voice was definitely tight when he said, “I was originally one of Clan Amgar’s troubled Nobeks, though I came to Haven willingly when I learned of the place. I decided to stay afterward. I like living on this ‘farm hell,’ as you put it.”

Sensing rising irritability, Charity decided she’d pushed him as hard as she was willing to. There was no trace of teasing when she said, “Then you got lucky, same as me. Clan Amgar is wonderful.”

Bingo. His features softened, lending the stern but attractive features an extra dose of handsomeness. “They are. It’s says a lot for you to recognize it.” He paused, then almost reluctantly added, “The name is Detodev, by the way. I don’t think I like being called ‘Tex.’”

“It’s nice to meet you, Detodev.” She didn’t ask him why he’d been sent to Haven. Having finagled him into introducing himself, if half-heartedly, she preferred to keep their present interaction on a positive swing.

She added, “I have a friend who just arrived, a Dramok about our age. We’re hoping to get together. Where are the fun places to hang when you’re young and foolish but trying to stay out of trouble?”

“Where were you before?” He sounded interested despite his stoic expression.

“Jedver. Galactic Council University of Astronomical Studies.”

“Refugee, huh? Or were you sentenced ahead of the Dark invasion mess?”

“The timing kind of coincided. The calls to consider leaving Galactic Council space had barely begun when I left with a bang. A literal bang.”

Detodev snorted. “City and college girl, no less. I doubt you’ll enjoy our town’s brand of entertainment. It’ll bore you.”

“There’d better be a diversion while I’m sentenced to stay. If I’m bored, I’m a problem. Ask anyone. Especially my last professor. Come on, there has to be something resembling fun here. Anything . Including ronka tipping.”

He sighed and rubbed the back of his hand against his arrow-straight nose, a feature rarely seen on an adult Nobek. He left a smear of dirt on its tip. “There are a couple of bars. Bar, Bowl, and Barrel is your best bet of the two. Less fights, better drinks, and the customers are evenly split between Kalquorians and humans. It has an attached bowling alley plus pool, vid games, the works.”

Bowling and pool. It sounded as hokey as Charity could imagine. “No dance clubs?”

“Dancing’s at the other bar, Steve’s Roadhouse. It’s probably not the kind of dancing you enjoyed on Jedver. I have no idea what they call it, but it looks clumsy as hell.”

“You don’t get out on the floor and show them how it’s done?” she teased.

She earned an unamused glower. “Kalquorian men don’t dance.”

“Except the historical exhibitions. I know, Detodev, I was teasing. You’re a regular laugh factory, my friend.”

He began reassembling the field monitor. “If you go to the Roadhouse, be sure your friend can defend you.”

“It’s bad, huh?”

“Law enforcement patrols the inside of the place.”

“Wow.” She was betting it was where he hung out when he left the farm. Nobeks loved to brawl.

As for her and Ilid, Bar, Bowl, and Barrel was the favored destination. If it was all they could find to enjoy themselves until they found a suitable inn to spend at least a few private hours, it would have to do. She set the hovercart to head back to the farmhouse. “Thanks for the tip, Detodev.”

“Sure.” Hunched over the machine, he’d already put her in the background.

Charity refused to let him have the last disinterested word. “See you around. Try to have fun in the field, happy man. Keep those laughs coming.”

* * * *

Sara answered the knock at the back door, off the kitchen. She wasn’t surprised to see Dramok Dolgra on her back porch, nor the package he held despite her not expecting a delivery for at least a week.

She was happily clanned to two incredible men, but it didn’t keep her from indulging in deep appreciation for her visitor. Dolgra was drop-dead handsome. His chiseled good looks screamed masculinity, and his tan delivery uniform did next to nothing to hide the beefy body it clothed. Sara had the absurd urge to pat her hair to ensure it wasn’t a mess. She wished she’d put on makeup that morning.

She reminded herself she’d had her fair share of husbands and clanmates…and enough heartbreak from the loss of half of them. The fact Dolgra’s job as a deliveryman was a front for a more dangerous career solidified her refusal to consider him as more than an incredible view.

She smiled as she held out her hands for the plain brown box. “Hello, Dramok. Our new ward is settling in well.”

“I’m glad to hear it.” He gave her the box, which was surprisingly heavy.

“An actual package?”

“Consider it a thank-you gift for helping the empire hide Matara Jennifer. No problems at all?”

“None. The reports of her being hard to handle must have been exaggerated. She’s a real sweetheart.”

Sara noted she was measuring the width of his shoulders. He was easily a match for Groteg’s muscle. Perhaps being a spy for the Kalquorian fleet, which was determined to maintain Charity Nath’s safety from those who’d harm her, meant he was as canny a fighter. And survivor.

Stop it. You’re thirty-seven and a mother of three. You’re too old and too clanned for a silly crush…especially considering your bad luck.

“No one has stopped by to see your new boarder? No one suspicious lurking around?”

“I haven’t come across anyone who might suspect who she is. The only interest she’s been shown was from a young man who arrived on the shuttle that brought her to Haven.”

“Dramok Ilid?” Dolgra’s focus sharpened. She nearly shivered at the intensity of his gaze.

“Is he another subject of the Kalquorian fleet’s spy division?” Sara tried for an offhand tone, but she was already protective of Charity. If seemingly sweet Ilid potentially added to the girl’s danger, Sara was ready to step in.

“He’s a special case. No worries; he’s a decent kid who had a bad time not of his own making. However, Jennifer’s situation might put him in jeopardy if her identity becomes known. I hope she hasn’t told him her story?”

“She’s kept it quiet. She understands how careful she needs to be when it comes to sharing too much.”

“If you don’t feel she’ll be rebellious simply for the sake of watching her minders squirm—”

“She won’t.” Sara wondered what Charity had done in the past to earn her reputation. Dolgra’s concern was probably that of the typical nervous Kalquorian man who hadn’t a clue how to deal with a fun-loving college student. Particularly one who was under pressure.

Dolgra smiled, and Sara told herself his expression wasn’t as warm as her imagination insisted. “Do me a favor and remind her to be careful. She can’t expose her identity no matter how she friendly she becomes with the young men she meets and feels the urge to strike up strong friendships with.”

“She has a good head on her shoulders, but I’ll emphasize the danger she’s in.”

“Thank you. Let me give you my personal com frequency. You can reach me, day or night. If there’s any problem whatsoever, or even the slightest concern, don’t hesitate to let me know.”

“Do you have any reason to believe she was followed?” Sara recorded the frequency.

“None, but these are strange times. Besides, I’m a spy. Paranoia is my fallback position. It keeps my kind alive longer.” He winked.

Sara laughed, but her stomach dropped. Jesse had been a mere farmer and Amgar a government acquisitions administrator. They hadn’t engaged in the high-stakes risks she guessed Dolgra did. Nonetheless, they were dead, both in the prime of life.

“I still can’t believe Haven rates a spy presence. There’s been no trouble on the planet since the Kalquorian civil war,” she said.

“I’m here because we want to ensure its trouble-free status. In truth, it’s been a boring…wait, I’ve been assigned to Haven six years already? Almost.”

A beep went off on a device on his belt. Dolgra sighed. “I’d better get on these deliveries. The last thing I need is to expose my true identity. It would be almost as bad as Earthers learning who Jennifer Seng is.” He dipped a traditional bow of respect, his gaze steady on her before he hurried to his waiting delivery transport.

Sara closed the door, her heart beating a little too fast. She realized she still held the package Dolgra had brought.

She opened it and discovered a bottle of bohut. Her eyes widened at the label…it was a pricey, extravagant vintage. Sara was well aware of its cost. She’d once considered buying it for her clanmates as an anniversary present, but there had been seedlings to purchase and farmhands to pay. She’d had to settle for a far less exclusive label.

Dolgra had claimed it was a thank-you from the empire. She doubted the Kalquorian fleet had approved of such gratitude, since it was paying Clan Amgar handsomely for hiding Charity.

Surely it couldn’t be a personal gift from their representative. However, he was an unclanned Dramok…

Ridiculous. He’d never been anything but polite to them. All business and reserved, for the most part. She was reading too much into the gesture. She had to be.

Right?

“Don’t be interested in us,” she whispered. “Groteg and Utber will always think of Amgar as their only clan leader, and I…I’m nothing but bad news.”

Chapter Four

“Thanks for letting me do this,” Charity said as Sara’s handheld tapped hers, transmitting a shopping list. “I realize you can have what you need delivered, and I haven’t done much as far as work’s concerned.”

“You should get the lay of the land. The town isn’t a big deal to figure out, but you’ll want to familiarize yourself where everything is. Including the bakery Ilid’s parents are considering buying.” Sara wiggled her brows at her. “Ilid must be very interested to have asked you to get together again so soon.”

“We’re hoping to have fun. He’s probably finding it hard to be in a new place where he hasn’t met anyone yet. I get the idea he isn’t as outgoing as me.” As warm as he’d been when they’d first met, Charity had the notion Ilid wouldn’t have introduced himself to her on the shuttle. His matchmaking mother had been the instigator.

“Be careful then, especially if you’re ‘just having fun,’” Sara advised. “I doubt Ilid would tell anyone your identity, but you never can tell who might be listening in on your conversations.”

“No problem. To him, I’ll always be Jennifer Seng, otherwise known as Miss Behavior and chemistry lab bomber.” Charity offered her sunniest smile despite a jab of conscience. She hated the necessity of lying to Ilid. Though her crush on him was no doubt temporary, he was a sweet guy who didn’t deserve to be lied to.

* * * *

“So this is the makings of your baked goods kingdom.” Charity looked around the shop. “I have to say, the smell alone screams ‘buy me.’ I can feel my waistline expanding already.”

Ilid and his parents chuckled as she pretended to bite the air. “You missed the excitement of us evaluating the equipment.” Her friend indicated the stainless steel tools of the trade visible through the door that opened to the rear of the shop area.

“Industrial mixers, oven capacity, beverage machines…the heart races,” Imdiko Jadel joked.

Charity fanned herself and spoke breathlessly. “Not to mention vats of dough rising. And the kneading machine! Stars, I feel faint.”

“I’m beginning to wonder why I went into security work if baking is such a thrill. My Matara, you’ve been holding out on me,” Gruthep chided Diju.

“You stay out of it, Nobek. I’m keeping it all for myself and my son,” she snarled before erupting in girlish giggles.

Charity grinned. Clan Codab were excellent sports, always ready to join in on the younger people’s sillier turns.

“Seriously, how’s it look for your plans? I don’t have the first clue went it comes to commercial baking, but it certainly appears clean and inviting.” She admired the sparkling surfaces, the vast baked treats display shelves, and cozy if somewhat worn seating dotting the public space.

“It’s nearly move-in ready,” Ilid said, his gaze impressed as he evaluated the space. “The previous owners kept it up beautifully.”

“It would do to start, but I believe upgrades are in order.” Diju spoke in businesswoman tones as she tapped in her handheld. “We’ll give Ilid time to decide if this environment suits him. If so, we’ll make an offer.”

“Go ahead and do it. I feel great about this.” Ilid beamed at the large front windows of the bakery, which showed a coffee shop across the wide shuttle lane in front of the business.

Charity eyed the coffee shop with lust. She was overdue for another cup. As soon as possible, she’d obey its siren song and visit.

Besides the beckoning java, a few people, mostly women guiding their small children in hover strollers, strolled along the walkways. They drifted in and out of the various stores boasting farm wares, groceries, and clothing.

“You’ve barely been on Haven a full day, my son. It’s soon to come to such a decision,” Codab gently reminded him.

“It’s perfect. Don’t you think so, Jennifer?”

She glanced at him and was astounded at how happy he looked. The guardedness had all but vanished from his handsome face. Was this compelling bright-faced man the real Ilid?

She swallowed. It was on the tip of her tongue to agree because she enjoyed how at ease he appeared.

“If it makes you happy, it’s perfect for you .”

A shadow briefly flitted across his face. “Still worried about stepping in those ronka patties, huh?”

“I’m in the market for galoshes if you want to take me shopping when you’re done here. Fortunately, Clan Amgar doesn’t deal in critters bigger than chickens, so the hip waders I planned on aren’t necessary. Halfway up the shins should do fine.” She was glad he didn’t take her lack of adoration for Planet Farm Hell personally.

Besides, it was best to ensure he was aware their association, as delightful as it had been and promised to be, was for a limited time only. Eventually, Jennifer Seng would revert to Charity Nath, who had a life and future far from Haven.

If Diju was disappointed Charity hadn’t fallen so hard for her son that she was ready to cancel her plans in favor of a life at his side, she didn’t show it. “You two go ahead and explore the town. A successful bakery isn’t simply a matter of the four walls it’s in, after all. It’s dependent on those who’ll buy from it. Get to know your potential customers, Ilid…and have fun, of course.”

“All right.” Ilid grinned at Charity. “Where do you suppose we’ll find the boots you need to survive the fields and pastures?”

“No idea, so we’d better grab some fuel to keep us going.”

“The coffee shop across the street? Sounds perfect.”

Charity beamed at Diju. “You raised your boy right, Momma.”

They left on a tide of Clan Codab’s laughter.

* * * *

Neither Charity nor Ilid were in a hurry to do actual shopping. They sat in the café sipping coffee, which the Dramok said was growing on him. “I’ve been a bit slow to enjoy your drinks and food. I haven’t had a lot of exposure to Earthers despite our people getting closer over the past decade,” he admitted.

“Despite the Earthtiques’ attempts to stick a wedge between us, you mean.”

“I have a confession.” Ilid eyed her, shamefaced. “When the Basma started his campaign for a pure Kalquor, my parents and I agreed. To a point,” he added quickly. “It wasn’t as if we wanted war or to let our culture go extinct. Mixing our species had happened fast. We were rattled by it. It was overwhelming to have so many of the empire’s resources go to human women.”

“It was a quick change. I was surrounded by those who were determined to separate our species by force. I never saw myself dating a Kalquorian, much less a clan. It was just recently I considered your people an option,” Charity allowed.

Ilid looked relieved. “The business of civil war over whether Earthers should be welcome in the empire was where my family drew the line. When Dramok Maf set our people against each other, it became clear we’d taken the wrong side. Overnight, my mother started baking and selling cinnamon rolls and chocolate chip cookies alongside suod wafers and tasi biscuits.”

“Chocolate chip cookies,” Charity breathed. “All is forgiven if I’m allowed to have a sample.”

He chuckled. “The first batch from the new bakery is yours. How did you overcome your reluctance to date Kalquorians?”

Charity’s face warmed, but embarrassment only made her blunt. “Lust.”

Ilid’s eyes widened. He slapped a hand over his mouth to keep from bellowing fresh laughter.

Prophets, she loved seeing him grin and loved hearing his amusement after seeing his lapses into gloom during their trip to Haven.

As much as she wished to continue to amuse him, she was determined to be as truthful with Ilid as her situation allowed. “Actually, the stunning members of the empire helped me get past the real reason I kept my distance.”

“Which was?”

Charity felt the bitterness in her smile. “I warn you…it’s totally childish. You might lose whatever respect you have for me if I admit the depth of my resentment.”

His brows rose. “I doubt it. Do tell, Miss Behavior.”

“My older sister ran off and joined a clan. It felt as if she abandoned me. She didn’t really. There was no help for us being separated, but it put distance between us. I was hurt. Still am. Whatever she does, my knee-jerk reaction is to do the opposite.”

Ilid’s hand covered hers. “That’s rough. You and she were close at one point?”

“Long ago. Following our mother’s death, she took care of me. She was my rock, as hard as I made it for her.” Charity considered how she’d taken out her grief, masking as snarky angst, on Hope every chance she got. “Man, what a pain in the ass I was, especially considering she’d have laid her life on the line for me. I’d have done the same for her, but she probably wouldn’t believe it. I was the worst.”

“I’ve always wished for brothers and sisters,” Ilid said. “Being a Dramok, I’d have probably bossed them around horribly. I bet it’s for the best I’m an only child.”

“You’d be amazed at how forgiving siblings would have been. My sister…she still hasn’t given up on me. When she gets the guts to face my attitude, she’s as encouraging and supportive as ever. She does add a generous sprinkling of ‘give the insolence a rest.’” Charity laughed and noted how sad it sounded. It had been weeks since she’d heard from her sister, who at last report, had gone deep in enemy territory to spy on the Darks.

She shook the moroseness free. “Enough of this tragic story. We need to lighten up and have some fun.”

“I’m all for it.” Ilid raised his coffee cup to her. “We can make discovering a worthwhile venue for shenanigans our main objective.”

“Shenanigans. There’s the word for the day. I may have a lead on the location to indulge, thanks to the most standoffish Nobek I’ve ever met.”

Charity told him of the local drinking spot Detodev had mentioned. “He’s right about avoiding the other bar. I peeked in. It smells of man sweat, animals, and anger. I think I also caught a hint of piss.”

Ilid snickered. “Oh no. Tell me you’re kidding.”

“It has no floor. Sawdust covers the ground. I bet it’s to soak up the aforementioned urine and blood from the murderous fights Detodev mentioned. Very Old Earth-Old West degenerate.”

“I’d protect you, fair damsel,” Ilid teased. “No need to fear.”

“Oh, I’m not afraid of the jerks who no doubt make up the clientele at night. This morning, I only saw an old man snoring at a table littered by beer and kloq bottles and shattered dreams. What terrifies me is what your mother would do to me if I let you anywhere near the place. Even if the grumpy Nobek I spoke to was with us.”

“You’re a wise woman.” His smile was everything, drawing her from her half-made-up description of the Roadhouse bar.

“We should meet up at the respectable club. Tonight.”

“Meet up? You mean with the Nobek from the Amgar farm?”

“I was referring to you and me, Ilid.”

“You don’t want to go out right after shopping? Maybe have dinner?”

She cocked a brow. “I’m self-absorbed, and I fully believe the universe revolves around me, but I have no intention of my constant presence smothering you all day today.”

“I won’t mind if you do. My plans were to check out the bakery, then spend the rest of the day escorting you around town…unless I’d be smothering you .” Anxiety touched his features.

Pleasure filled her. She’d hoped their afternoon together would extend to the evening. “Great. Let’s have our coffee, go shop, pick up Sara’s order, eat dinner, and have drinks at Bar, Bowl, and Barrel. As for the Nobek, would you be interested in an introduction if he shows up? I think Detodev’s around our age.”

Ilid considered. The sense of past hurt had returned, and Charity wondered if it came from a former relationship gone bad. Maybe her urge to draw out Detodev and find his fun side would have to go unanswered.

“I suppose it would be all right. I should introduce myself to the locals for the bakery’s sake, if nothing else. What’s this Detodev like?”

She shrugged. “He’s a bit standoffish. It makes him interesting…to me, anyway. People who try to keep themselves under wraps present too much of a mystery for me to resist trying to get under their skin.”

“Ah. You enjoy a challenge.” A shadow passed over his features.

“You already know me so well. Detodev’s on his own now, but he was originally among Clan Amgar’s teen rescues…willingly, he says. I think he came here to escape a crime syndicate. I suspect he and the boss’ wife had a torrid affair.”

“As a teen?” Ilid snorted.

“Coming up with worst-case scenarios is among my favorite games. You try.”

“Okay.” He considered. “He’s an undercover agent for the farming collective, searching for genetically altered seeds. If they’re grown, the resulting crops will turn those who eat them into mindless super soldiers, capable of taking over the universe on the behalf of the mastermind behind the plot.”

“Wow. Nice one. You should write vid dramas.” Charity grinned in delight.

“Your turn.”

“I’m done. I can’t top your soldier seed apocalypse. What happens when the mastermind discovers Detodev’s a spy? You know it’ll come out in the end. Weave me the tale and leave me gasping.”

She lost herself in Ilid’s laughter, delighted to have met such a wonderful man in the most unremarkable of places.

* * * *

Assistant Chief Wilkes sauntered past the bakery where an unfamiliar Kalquorian clan was taking measurements of the walls and counter spaces. They held little interest for him, but his gaze nonetheless lingered on the Kalquorian woman. The alien females were so rare as to be remarkable. This particular Matara had impressive muscle, similar to the men of her species, but she was curvy tending toward plumpness. Her face was pleasant as she spoke to the men.

The Nobek, scarred as his breed tended to be, turned in Wilkes’ direction. The enforcement officer nodded acknowledgment when their gazes met and moved on.

He waited until he was past the bakery’s big glass windows to aim his gaze across the shuttle lane at the woman he was interested in. She sat next to the large window in the coffee shop, accompanied by a young Kalquorian male. He was someone else Wilkes didn’t recognize. Jennifer Seng laughed hard at something her companion said. In spite of her mouth being stretched wide open, she was pretty in a vivacious fashion.

Wilkes paused to take a longer look when he’d ensured no one witnessed him watching his subject. Again, he couldn’t verify she might be Charity Nath, though he’d examined every picture and vid of the vanished woman he’d been able to unearth. They weren’t helpful. Most had been taken when she’d been in her childhood and early teens, before Armageddon.

He moved on. After checking his surroundings again, he pulled his com unit from a pocket and told it to connect to Devin’s Building Supply.

“Is it her?” a voice asked by way of greeting. The man who’d answered and spoke in Wilke’s earpiece wasn’t named Devin, and he owned no supply company.

“I can’t tell. I’ll have to get a voice recording and do an analysis. A DNA sample would be better to be absolutely certain. It could take time.”

“Time is what I don’t have. I had to sleep overnight in the bunker again, thanks to these asshole rebels. The sooner you find out if she’s the traitor’s daughter, the sooner we can get some answers about her father’s and Browning Copeland’s supposed death.”

“I’m working on it, but I have to move carefully. She’s lodging at the home of Haven’s Kalquorian head of security, which complicates the situation.”

He could practically see Governor John McCarthy of Mercy seething despite it being an audio-only connection. “You want to talk complicated situations? Come out here, and I’ll show you complicated. Half the damn planet’s sick from Dark Death, and the other half is trying to stage a coup against my government. I need proof the Holy Leader lives and the Kalquorian Empire is holding him illegally to bring these assholes in line!”

“You’ll have it once I can get close to the girl and verify she’s our target. If my agenda is exposed, we get nothing. I have to go.” He clicked off and smiled at the woman pushing a hover stroller in his direction. “Good morning, Anna! How are the twins?”

He pretended to admire the hybrid children the cheerful brunette paused to show off. Wilkes could admit McCarthy had it bad on virus- and insurgent-plagued Mercy, but much of it had been his own damned fault. His ruse to undermine those who opposed him had set his constituents against him and threatened his hold on the government.

Deadly pandemic and unrest aside, at least the stupid bastard wasn’t surrounded by ungodly whores, degenerate aliens, and their unnatural offspring. Wilkes was up to his neck in Haven’s mire, reporting on its sins to support the traditional-leaning Earther governments of Mercy and New Bethlehem. He couldn’t indulge in the solace of hauling in the smugly beaming Anna of Clan Wyto before a jury of her peers to answer for her sins. All he could do was allow her to walk off while cooing to her foul progeny. His sole function over the years had been to catalog the travesties he lived alongside of and hope his superiors found a way to capitalize on the endless reports he sent.

If Jennifer Seng was Charity Nath, he’d score a greater victory. The Galactic Council, now firmly set against Kalquor, could recover the Holy Leader once it was proven he lived. If Copeland was restored to the true believers of old Earth, if it were proved God’s will couldn’t be denied in the end, Wilkes’ people would have direction again.

“Let me be the instrument of our salvation,” he breathed as he continued through the Sodom and Gomorrah known as Haven.

Chapter Five

Charity returned to the Amgar farm despite her earlier plans to not do so. Eager to look nice for her night on the town, she changed from the casual clothes she’d worn to shop in Sunrise. She selected a pretty blue dress she hoped wouldn’t be too upscale for Bar, Bowl, and Barrel. Once she was satisfied by her appearance, she stepped from her bedroom to find Sara and Groteg waiting for her in the hall.

She groaned inwardly. A flash of her usual stubbornness and angst eagerly rose to the occasion of questioning authority. She quashed it, determined to do the right thing for a change.

She beamed at her hosts. “Let me guess. I’m failing to play disgraced college student Jennifer Seng as I should be. No night out in the company of the cutie waiting for me downstairs.”

To her great relief, Sara waved off her concerns. “On the contrary. I think a rebel would be determined to escape her sentence, so it’ll look perfectly normal for you to go out.”

“Thank you.” Charity tried to contain the rush of exuberance, but she caught herself wiggling in anticipation.

Sara chuckled. “By all means, be young and foolish while you can. You and Ilid have fun tonight. Responsibility will come calling soon enough.”

“Don’t be too foolish,” Groteg countered. Despite the warning, his expression was as gentle as his fierce features allowed. “A resident member of the Kalquorian spy division here on Haven commed me earlier today.”

“Dramok Dolgra, right?” She’d heard his name mentioned by her warders on Alpha Space Station. She had yet to meet him.

Groteg’s features tightened, as if she wasn’t supposed to know the spy’s identity, but he made no mention of it. “There were a couple of transmissions to Mercy this afternoon from the area.”

“You think Earthtiques found me? Already?” An unpleasant jolt shot through her system.

“Probably not. Plenty of our residents have relatives on Mercy. They’re constantly trying to check on them since the issues that planet’s had. Damned few transmissions get through since the rebels against the government have seized so many com stations, but occasionally, they get lucky.”

“The coms could be something or nothing, in other words.” Charity managed to keep sarcasm from her tone. Don’t be a bitch. Let the man do his job.

“Keep an eye on your surroundings. Com me if anything looks odd. I’ll be there in a couple of minutes.”

“Okay. I’ll have Ilid on hand until you come riding to the rescue. Maybe Detodev too. He told me he likes to go to Bar, Bowl, and Barrel on occasion.”

Groteg exchanged a glance with Sara, who crooked a brow. The Nobek sighed. “Sure. Keep close to your friends and you’ll be fine.”

She gave the pair her best smile. “Thanks for everything. You know, your kids are lucky to have you guys for parents.”

“Remind them of it every opportunity you get,” Sara chuckled. “Have a good time.”

As Charity bounced down the stairs, she thought even if Haven were Planet Farm Hell, it had its decent points. Clan Amgar was at the top of the list.

* * * *

An hour after arriving at Bar, Bowl, and Barrel, Charity was less enthused about her night out. In fact, she was thinking of heading back to the farm early.

It wasn’t because the place was awful. The club portion was little more than a shitkicker bar full of fieldhands taking the edge off a long day of farming, cleaning stalls, riding the range, and whatever else farm types did. It was far nicer than the Roadhouse. It had an actual floor, no sawdust, and a blessed lack of urine scent. It boasted a few pool tables, a vid-game room, and a few spaces between tables big enough to allow Earther couples to dance if they were able or rock in each other’s arms if they weren’t so light-footed.

The attached bowling alley was decent, but Charity’s dress was hardly the right outfit for playing a few frames. The lanes were crowded to capacity anyway, full of serious teams and fun-seeking families.

The fight pit at the back of the building, reserved strictly for Nobeks who wanted to spar, gave Charity a moment’s pause. Her nerves settled…a little…after she read the warning signs. One declared no Nobek who’d had more than ten bottles of kloq, five of bohut, or eight shots of whiskey would be allowed to participate. Another sign proclaimed intent to do serious bodily harm would result in offenders being arrested and permanently banned from the premises.

A civilized shitkicker bar, Charity surmised. Fair enough.

Bar, Bowl, and Barrel was fine. Her problem was Ilid. The young man had displayed uneasiness upon entering the bar, and it hadn’t diminished despite the laidback atmosphere. She couldn’t figure out what his problem was. There were plenty of his fellow Kalquorians present. The Earthers mixed easily among them. There was no sign of speciesism to be seen as the two races laughed and conversed together like the longtime friendly acquaintances they apparently were. Earther women and a couple human men, who were obviously in romantic relationships with Kalquorians in singles and multiples, weren’t looked at twice except when someone hailed them in affable recognition.

Despite the congenial atmosphere, Charity noted Ilid was damned near ill from discomfort. He tried to hide it behind a front of warm conversation. He paid plenty of attention to her. However, his gaze darted here and there, as if searching for trouble…or an enemy. He jumped at sudden bursts of laughter. When someone dropped a bottle and it shattered on the floor, he’d nearly flown from his tall stool at their small table. His eyes had locked on the exit as his hand reached for her arm. It was as if he’d been prompted to escape and take her with him. His embarrassed laughter and fumbling apology for being startled couldn’t hide how he refused to meet her gaze…or the flash of sickened shame in his expression.

Maybe he’s ill. He’d tried his first pizza at her suggestion. He’d declared it delicious. There’d been a few families, including Kalquorians, in the restaurant they’d gone to before the bar. The aliens had been having pizza for dinner too, tucking in as if they’d eaten it a gazillion times before. Still, Ilid wasn’t used to Earther food. Maybe it hadn’t agreed with him, though he’d said he was fine when she’d asked.

Charity had no idea why Ilid wasn’t having fun. The thought it might be her fault was unpleasant to consider. She cast about in her head what she might have said or done to upset him. Her desperate chatter died as she ran out of things to say.

“We have a couple of guys coming our way, looking right at us,” Ilid noted following a couple of seconds of silence, during which he’d continued to scan the dimly lit environs. “They appear to be a Nobek and an Imdiko.”

Charity turned, relieved for any distraction. Her gaze lit on the most charming smile she’d ever encountered. It came from a sweet-faced man who was definitely of the nurturing Imdiko breed. Next to him brooded the reluctant expression of Nobek Detodev. The cheerful fellow pulled him along by the wrist.

“The Nobek is the effervescent fieldhand I mentioned to you. Doesn’t he look thrilled and ready to party?” she bubbled to Ilid, loud so the nearing pair could hear her teasing. “Hi, Detodev! So nice to see your smiling face. Who’s your friend?”

The Imdiko sketched a quick bow before charging forward to offer his hand for her to shake. “Imdiko Mitag, Matara Jennifer. Detodev told me you’re staying at Clan Amgar’s farm. So nice to meet you.”

Relief warred against delight for supremacy. Mitag was full of energetic personality. The night might be saved. “And to meet you. This is my friend, Dramok Ilid. His family’s thinking of buying the bakery in town. He’ll manage it if they do.”

The three Kalquorians exchanged bows. Mitag fairly danced in excitement. “I’m glad I ignored the need for an early night to come out. I was hoping to run into Detodev, which I obviously did. Now I get to make new friends. Dramok Ilid, welcome to Haven. When did you arrive? How do you like it so far?”

“It’s beautiful.” Ilid’s worried expression eased slightly at the effusive greeting. “So much wide-open space.”

“It has that, all right,” Mitag chuckled. “Did you two come to the planet together?”

“By accident.” Charity warmed to the Imdiko’s friendliness. To his gorgeous features, far more delicate and sharper than Ilid’s or Detodev’s. His tousled black hair, which grew past his shoulders, was messy in the most stylish manner possible. He was dressed in simple but well-cut shirt and trousers, making Charity glad she’d slipped on the sheath dress and heels despite the bar’s decidedly un-fancy environment. His admiring regard bolstered her confidence.

“We were brought here on the same ship and struck up a friendship.” Ilid’s smile grew as he glanced at Charity an instant before his scrutiny skittered at their surroundings.

Okay, so it isn’t me bothering him. She knew it was selfish, but Charity was too relieved to worry overmuch about what was stealing Ilid’s ease of mind.

She directed her attention to the silent Nobek who stood slightly apart from them. His sharp stare was intent, particularly on Ilid. “Hey, quit hogging the spotlight, Detodev. It isn’t all about you.”

Mitag laughed. “He’s definitely the strong, silent type. If it weren’t for me, he’d lack any manners. Say hello, Detodev. The night just got interesting.”

“Interesting is what you call it?” The brooding figure stepped closer. “Hello again, Jennifer. A pleasure to meet you, Dramok Ilid.”

For a moment, Ilid avoided his regard, though he gazed in his direction. He seemed to peer over the larger man’s shoulder. Then he nodded to the Nobek. “And you, Detodev. Jennifer told me you recommended this bar.”

“You don’t seem particularly enthused by it. Or you’re searching for someone whom you’d rather not run into.”

His bland assessment caught Charity by surprise. Detodev wasn’t familiar with Ilid, but he’d quickly caught on to his discomfort. Ilid was similarly taken aback.

“You Nobeks never miss a clue. I suppose I’m somewhat claustrophobic. A lot of people, and the lighting makes it feel smaller than it is. Lots of shadows…” he scanned the room nervously, much as he had since he and Charity had arrived.

“Why didn’t you say so?” Charity laid a hand on his arm and noticed how tension thrummed through it. “We can leave.”

“I hate to ruin your night. I can handle it.” He waved the arm she wasn’t touching as if to brush off her concern.

“The bar has a huge open deck in the rear,” Mitag offered grandly. “We can go there. Come on. I’ll buy the next round in honor of new friends, and we’ll enjoy this beautiful night under the stars.”

Charity noted Ilid appeared ashamed of his phobia. She hung onto him to show she wasn’t bothered by it, tugging him toward the door Mitag had indicated led to the deck. He went along.

Mitag nudged Detodev, who looked as if he might remain where he stood for eternity. “I said I’m buying. You haven’t turned down a free drink in the past, you big freeloader, even if it does mean being sociable.” He winked at Charity. “I’m trying to wear this cranky ronka down by being his sugar daddy.”

She laughed. “Are you rich?”

“No, but I’m better off than he is. I don’t mind letting him know it in hopes of buying his affections. I have a terrible weakness for those who play hard to get.”

Detodev scowled but said nothing.

Mitag scored their drinks, and the foursome went outdoors to the well-lit deck. The recorded music playing indoors was piped to the exterior. A few couples were taking advantage of it by dancing in the spacious surroundings. Only a quarter of the rustic wood tables and bench seats were occupied. Ilid visibly relaxed as he glanced around.

“The deck is rarely crowded. Is this all right, Ilid?” Mitag led them to a table no one else sat next to.

“Yeah. This is okay.” He grimaced as he glanced at the Imdiko and Detodev. “Some Dramok, huh?”

“My cousin who helped me move here from Kalquor hates snakes. He’s a Dramok, and he actually screamed when he saw a poor little rat snake in a bush. He was halfway up a tree before I realized what had set him off. You have no reason to feel bad.” Mitag chuckled.

Detodev snorted at the story. Charity gazed at him in pretended shock. “Did you just laugh? Do you possibly possess a sense of humor under those inscrutable but handsome features?”

“No.” A ghost of a smile remained, however. Charity thought it might be because she’d called him handsome, which he was.

“He laughs. Usually at me when I do something asinine,” Mitag sighed.

“If that were the case, I’d never stop laughing.” Detodev swallowed a gulp of bohut, his eyes glinting at the Imdiko.

Charity and a more relaxed Ilid snickered, particularly at Mitag’s pretended outraged attempt to take back the drink he’d bought the Nobek. Detodev easily fended him off, then regarded Ilid.

“There are far worse quirks than an intense dislike of enclosed spaces. I doubt it makes you less than the natural leader your designation claims you are.”

“Same,” Mitag sang out. “So how are things on Kalquor? I heard the virus is being brought under control. They let you on Haven, so it can’t be too bad.”

“A lot of areas are still quarantined, but overall, it hasn’t been as devastating as what the Earthers are dealing with.”

“I was lucky to be nowhere near the Dark Death outbreak sites,” Charity said. “Haven’s lucky to have escaped it so far.”

“The Darks supposedly unleashed both viruses,” Detodev said. She noted his voice was deep, almost ponderous, as if it carried weight. They weren’t touching, but she swore it trembled her bones. “The Imperial Clan and Royal Council have been adamant the empire will defeat the Darks, but I get a sense it isn’t going as well as they’d have everyone believe.”

“Have you been tested for sensitivity? Can you see them?” Ilid asked.

“All Kalquorians on Haven were tested. My brain doesn’t have the necessary configuration, apparently.”

“Mine either, and I’m no meditator,” Mitag said carelessly. “Thank goodness for the Earther women who can hear those things.” He grinned charmingly at Charity.

“Haven’s head of security has stationed Kalquorians who can detect Darks by sight where they’re needed most,” Detodev asserted. “Nobek Groteg told me if anyone ridden by those entities tries to sneak past the security cordon, or in the unlikely event they actually make it on the planet, he’ll know.”

“Maybe he sees them,” Charity guessed.

“Could be. I feel pretty secure having him in charge.” Detodev glanced at their glasses. “I guess Ilid’s the man to keep up with when it comes to drinking. Contrary to what the rich event planner Mitag says, I can afford the next round. Drink up.”

“Event planner?” Charity smirked at Mitag. “Here? Do you run rodeos, square dances, or potlucks?”

He made a face at her. “We have clanning ceremonies and wedding receptions and all sorts of parties. Since I’m the best in the area when it comes to putting on a grand function—”

“He’s one of three in the district. The other two are so bad, he might as well be the only event planner,” Detodev observed in his dry tone. “In Sunrise, if you bring a bottle of wine and the dishes are clean, you’re an event planner.”

Mitag’s expression was so hurt, Charity forgot herself and gave the Nobek a shove. When Detodev failed to budge an inch, she shoved him again. “You’re mean.”

“What? I didn’t say he isn’t talented at what he does. I’m only saying he has no competition.”

“I’m very talented at what I do,” Mitag informed him loftily. He turned pointedly from Detodev and spoke to Charity and Ilid. “I’m booked solid for the next nine months, and my services aren’t cheap. My clients do get their money’s worth, however.”

“The Earther governor’s birthday party was a hit,” Detodev muttered, as if trying to restore himself to Mitag’s good graces but was embarrassed to do so.

“Damn right it was. Haven’s news bureau…the planet’s, not the local Sunrise hacks…called it the social gathering of the year.” Mitag kept his back to the Nobek, apparently unwilling to forgive so soon.

“I wonder how I can score an invite to one of your galas,” Charity mused.

“I could always use an extremely beautiful server.” He leaned closer while wearing a charming grin, blatantly flirting.

“Excuse me, Imdiko. She and I came here as dates. She’s leaving with me.” Ilid appeared more amused than offended. In fact, his grin at Mitag was positively inviting.

“Maybe I can join you when you go?” Mitag looked Ilid over, returning the interest.

“Mitag has no shame. I like him,” Charity told Ilid.

“You don’t mind men who enjoy men?” Detodev edged forward to be included.

Charity imagined his regard was less aloof. I should keep shoving him. Or perhaps a punch would make him happy. He is a Nobek. Rough is their drug of choice.

She met his eyes. “Honey, there are far worse characteristics to have than being attracted to your fellow man. If that’s what gets your engine purring, you don’t need my blessing.” Another thought occurred to her. “Just men, Detodev? Or you an equal opportunity sort?”

This time, his smile went beyond the hint of a presence. His lips actually curled upward. “I’m very attracted to women. Even those who don’t run off when I’m giving every signal they should.”

“He feels the same for us Imdikos. I never miss a chance to lure him home.” Judging from the wicked leer Mitag gave Detodev, he’d gotten over his irritation at the Nobek.

“Mitag is a pro when it comes to detecting my moments of weakness…or desperation.” Detodev’s smirk remained.

“You’re such a bastard.” Mitag grinned.

Charity and Ilid chuckled at the pair. The young woman guessed Detodev liked Mitag despite himself. Then she wondered why the Nobek was so determined to keep his distance. Trust issues?

Join the club, big boy. She suppressed a sigh and concentrated on having fun in the company of the three handsome men.

* * * *

Charity had enjoyed her share of intimate partners. There’d even been a couple of one-night stands in her earliest days in college. She was aware Kalquorians held sex in casual regard. It was normal for them to indulge in sleeping together on a first…or only date. As natural as meeting up for drinks.

She’d treated herself to bouts of heavy petting when she and Ilid had managed to get alone on the shuttle ride to Haven. He’d made her feel good…incredible, in fact. She found him sexually attractive. Mitag was also a delicious temptation. Detodev too, once he’d had several drinks and allowed his reserve to ease a touch.

However, it wasn’t her typical modus operandi to jump in bed with two virtual strangers and a third she’d met days ago all at once. Maybe it was having been brought up in a dangerous environment where extramarital sex, if discovered, led to a death sentence via torture. Maybe it was her better sense coming forth for a change…not that she discerned any trouble where her companions were concerned. They teased and flirted, but they didn’t cross the line into disrespect once.

More likely, it was the feeling she should uncover the mysteries lurking beneath the inviting surface. Ilid’s anxiety was improved on the deck outdoors, but he continued to be excessively watchful for the quiet pastoral environment. She was certain Detodev’s distance, despite his thawing, was a defensive tactic. Mitag was his opposite, at times appearing desperate to get close to them and her.

Then there’s me. Hunted by fanatics, playing someone I’m not…they don’t know what I really look like, much less who I am.

The situation felt weird in spite of her being attracted to the trio. Too weird. As the hour grew late, Charity made it clear she’d be returning to Clan Amgar’s farm for sleep rather than accompanying anyone elsewhere.

“Really?” Mitag gave her a forlorn expression, but he made no protest. “Then allow me to see you safely to your door.”

“Is he deaf or dense?” Ilid asked Detodev. The Dramok had reminded Mitag several times that Charity was officially his date.

“Stubborn. And relentless.” Detodev eyed Mitag. Charity would have sworn his regard for the Imdiko contained amused affection. “He does have his good points, but don’t tell him I said so.”

“I’m right here, you big ronka. Hearing every word you say, so you can’t take it back.” Mitag grinned brightly.

“It’s the bohut and whiskey. They’re doing my talking for me.” The Nobek had drunk quite a bit, but his words weren’t slurred. He moved with shocking grace for someone so big and muscled.

“Ilid?” Charity pointedly gazed toward the flat expanse where far fewer shuttles were parked than a mere hour earlier. She could clearly see the Dramok’s rented vessel though it was parked in a far corner.

“Nobek, Imdiko, it’s been a pleasure.” Ilid bowed to the men, real warmth lighting his handsome features.

“You’re new to Sunrise,” Mitag wheedled. “You might get lost. Let us join you to guarantee Matara Jennifer is safely delivered to her doorstep. Detodev, as a protective Nobek, you must want to ensure our new friends get where they need to be.”

“Of course. I’m at least capable of helping you get home,” came the gruff reply.

Charity thought it was an odd statement to make.

There was continued back and forth until Charity stood and stared at the Dramok who laughingly protested he was perfectly capable of finding the Amgar farm, then his own rented quarters.

“Ilid.”

Uttering nothing else, she left the deck and headed for his shuttle.

Her eyes rolled but she grinned when she heard all three men following her, still debating whether Mitag and Detodev would chaperone her and Ilid.

In the end, the Imdiko and Nobek piled in the small craft, continuing to make their arguments though Ilid had closed the hatch behind them. He was already in the pilot’s seat readying to lift off. Charity sat next to him.

“Enough!” Ilid pretended to protest. “We’re on our way, so give it a rest.”

Barely five minutes later, he set the shuttle on the Amgar front lawn. The three men spilled from it and proceeded to jostle for the right to hold Charity’s hand in gentlemanly support as she descended the ramp.

“Check them, Groteg,” a woman’s voice called from the porch. “They seem giddy for flying this evening.”

Charity was grateful for the semi-darkness. Her hot cheeks warned she was blushing as Sara, Groteg, and Utber rose from rocking chairs to greet the group of young people.

“I hope you weren’t waiting up for me,” she groaned. “If I’d known, I’d have returned earlier.”

“We came out to enjoy the air and got wrapped up talking. It’s later than I realized,” Sara noted as she leaned on the porch railing. “You seem fine, Jennifer. Did you pilot?”

“I did.” Ilid stepped forward and bowed. He followed up by fishing out what appeared to be a paper strip from his pocket. He held it up. “I tested as I left the bar. I’m within legal range to fly.”

“Let me see.” Groteg held out his hand, wearing a severe and very paternal frown.

“Poor Tori and her future dates,” Charity teased.

“She isn’t dating. Ever.” Groteg looked at the alcohol level strip and its timestamp. He nodded and returned it to Ilid. His gaze swung to Detodev, whom he eyed in silence for a couple beats. He turned his attention to Mitag. “You’re the man who throws the parties around here.”

“He does an amazing job,” Utber said, coming down the porch steps to talk to his fellow Imdiko. They exchanged bows. “It’s good to see you again, Mitag.”

“And you, Imdiko Utber. What I wouldn’t do to have you cater my functions!”

“The Kalquorian governor keeps me far too busy but thank you. I attended Governor Grisweld’s birthday party and was impressed by your work. You have a great future ahead of you.”

“I had fun,” Ilid whispered to Charity. “I hope I wasn’t too depressing due to my…claustrophobia.”

“You were fine.” She considered him for an instant before going on her toes to give him a quick, chaste peck on the lips. “So fine, I demand you see me again. Will you?”

“You’d have to swing a stick at me to keep me away. Even then, I might take my chances on a cracked skull.”

She laughed. “I think you’re safe. If I decide I’ve had enough of you, I’ll send Groteg out to tell you to leave.”

“Yikes.” Ilid tried to use her as cover to hide from the narrow-eyed Nobek behind her, making her laugh harder.

* * * *

“I have to take you back to the bar to get your shuttles, don’t I?” Ilid said as he lifted off. The window vid showed Jennifer waving goodbye from the farmhouse’s front steps, and he smiled.

“She’s amazing,” Mitag said. “So much energy. So willing to laugh and have fun.”

“Smart too, though she doesn’t make a big deal of showing it off,” Ilid agreed.

Detodev said nothing, but his gaze was riveted on the young woman as she turned and followed Clan Amgar into their home.

Since Detodev had taken the copilot’s seat, Mitag hung over them both. His arms propped on their backrests. “I walked from my house, which isn’t far from Bar, Bowl, and Barrel. I bet Detodev walked too.”

“I did. You can drop me off at my place, if you don’t mind, Dramok. It’s on the way.”

“Or we could continue this lovely night at my home,” Mitag invited, grinning naughtily.

Ilid was tempted. Perhaps he would have gone for it if it had been only Detodev. The Nobek seemed aloof when he hadn’t had plenty to drink. He might be glad for a mere fuck-buddy for one night. Mitag, in contrast, acted as if he were actively on the hunt for relationships. Maybe clanmates. The fact he’d been attempting to romance Detodev for more than a year despite the Nobek’s taciturn nature spoke volumes about his intentions.

A good guy, Mitag. Sweet, funny, and vibrant like Jennifer. He has all the makings of a terrific clanmate.

Too bad Ilid couldn’t say the same for himself.

“I told my parents to expect me home tonight,” he apologized. “It’s too late to com them I’m not coming in. My mother and Imdiko father will worry if they wake up in the morning and I’m nowhere to be found. The trials of being under twenty-five.” He tried to make it sound as if he joked.

“I love that you’re younger than me. It makes me feel so experienced and wise.” Mitag chuckled.

“You aren’t twenty-five either,” Detodev reminded him.

“I will be in a few months. And I don’t live with my parents.” Mitag winced and quickly added, “I’m not saying anything is lacking about you doing so, Dramok. Please don’t take my statement wrong. Based on tonight, I think you’re wonderful. If I didn’t, I wouldn’t invite you home.”

“Thanks. I took no offense. I was on my own less than a year ago. On this trip, it made sense to rent a place as a family while we evaluate owning a bakery on Haven.”

It wasn’t quite a lie. Ilid felt ashamed to hide the entire truth, however. It was clear he had no business encouraging Mitag for anything beyond a casual fuck.

“If you have parents who want you close, you should take every advantage of it,” Detodev said, his gaze distant.

It was on the tip of Ilid’s tongue to ask if the Nobek’s past troubles, which had led him to be put in Clan Amgar’s care during his youth, had estranged him from his parent clan.

Detodev spoke before he had the chance to pose the question. “You can drop me off at Mitag’s, Ilid. Thanks.”

Mitag beamed, as if the Nobek had granted his every wish. “Glorious! Meanwhile, give me your com frequency, Ilid. We’ll figure out when we can get together, at which time you can make your excuses to those loving elders of yours.”

Ilid thought he heard a slight catch in Mitag’s voice. When he glanced at him, the Imdiko was smiling at him, his com at the ready to record his contact information.

“I don’t know how much time I’ll have to spare for recreation,” Ilid said. “We’re meeting the sellers tomorrow. I’ll be contacting suppliers and computing cost analyses—”

“Ugh, don’t tell me you’re as unsociable as Detodev,” Mitag groaned. “Why are you hot guys so reluctant to enjoy life? To enjoy me? Do I smell bad or what?”

“I told him to drop me off at your place,” Detodev scowled. “Am I being unsociable?”

“Trust me, you’ll be well rewarded for emerging from behind your impenetrable wall. Frequency, Ilid? Please?”

Since Ilid couldn’t conjure a reason not to give it to him and avoid being insulting, he caved. I’ll think of a reason to put him off when he coms. He’ll eventually understand he can do better.

“What a night,” Mitag enthused. Detodev followed him into his apartment after Ilid had dropped them off. “Can you believe we were so lucky to meet a pair like them? Beautiful woman, handsome Dramok?”

“Planning your clanning ceremony, Mitag? You should find yourself the right Nobek too, if that’s the case.”

Maybe I have. The problem was, Detodev didn’t agree.

Mitag looked the big Nobek over as Detodev conscientiously pulled his boots off and left them by the front door next to Mitag’s. There wasn’t a speck of dirt on those boots. Experience had taught Mitag they were the pair the Nobek saved for going out after work. Fieldworkers were used to taking their shoes off so as not to track in dirt. Habit or not, Mitag was convinced that deep down, Detodev was thoughtful.

His companion was a tough nut to crack, however…impossible, thus far. Another Imdiko probably would have given up on the stolid Nobek who usually kept his distance. Mitag would have too, under normal circumstances.

He knew Detodev had no contact with his family. He didn’t know why. His friend…damn it, Detodev was his friend despite the Nobek’s attempts to prove otherwise…had formed an attachment to Clan Amgar. Thanks to being remanded to their care when he’d gotten in whatever trouble had landed him on Haven, he had their support. Nonetheless, they couldn’t properly be called his family.

Like Mitag, he was alone. Mitag was convinced Detodev was as despondent about his isolation as he was.

Both of us are orphans, in some fashion. He needs a confidante. I need a confidante. Why doesn’t he see it?

Detodev was already looking at his boots in the entryway, no doubt reconsidering whether he should stay the night. Mitag wouldn’t give him the chance to change his mind.

He pulled off his jacket meant more for fashion than warmth and tossed it to a nearby chair. He approached his target. The Nobek ceased considering his footwear to watch Mitag slink toward him, his feet making no sound on the hardwood floor.

He spoke no words. Detodev wasn’t chatty on his most sociable days, so Mitag quelled the flood of niceties his nature tended to. He simply wrapped his arms around the Nobek’s thick neck and pulled him close for a kiss.

Detodev came willingly.

Mitag was convinced he was his companion’s first real lover. By his own admission, Detodev had only been intimate with fellow Nobeks prior to his and Mitag’s initial sexual encounter. He’d been damned near terrified the first time the Imdiko had seduced him, afraid he’d somehow hurt the smaller man. It should have been funny to see such an intimidating Nobek shaking as Detodev had. Mitag had found it pitiful…and also sweet. His crush had been so worried for his welfare. Maybe it had been that moment when he’d become determined to convince Detodev they could be a couple.

Nearly a year in, he was still trying to persuade the stubborn lug they should be more than an occasional fuck.

He poured his lust for sex and an emotional connection in the kiss, as he always did. Detodev responded, his arms tight around Mitag’s waist, pulling him in, letting him feel his growing desire against his belly. Their lips performed a sinuous dance, matched by the twining choreography of their tongues. Mitag moaned and moved to excite the Nobek the way he’d learned the man responded to. He was rewarded by his lover lifting him off his feet. Detodev carried him down the polished floor of the hallway to the bedroom.

Detodev paused in the doorway to consider his surroundings. Mitag held off a grin, worried it could be taken the wrong way. He wasn’t amused, but anticipatory.

Mitag’s bed was clan-size, big enough for four to sleep on. The coverings were lush and soft, and double rods festooned by sheers and heavier curtains spanned to carved wood columns at the corners. When the canopy drapes were drawn, it gave the romantic illusion lovers were shut off from the rest of the world in a private oasis.

Detodev eyed the bed, then the grouping of cushions before a fireplace on the near wall. Many of the cushions were billowy and some had firmer supportive forms. They could be moved to any number of configurations lovers might choose for comfort and play.

“Do you think it’s too warm in here for a fire?” the Nobek asked.

“A fire would be nice. Why don’t you light it while I strip you?” Mitag invited. He unleashed his eager grin when Detodev’s eyes darkened in excitement. A hint of spicy-sweet arousal teased his nostrils. His and his companion’s.

“Yes. Let’s do that.”

Detodev carried him to the hearth and set him on his feet. Musky scentwood was already stacked properly in the fireplace. The Nobek knelt and took a small portable torch from its pouch on his belt while Mitag loosened the belt itself.

As Detodev lit the wood, Mitag pushed his companion’s trousers down and admired the rounded cheeks of his perfectly carved ass. He cupped them in his palms and sighed. Not for the first time, he wished Detodev’s personality was as warm as he was gorgeous. He slid his hands up, bunching the other man’s shirt toward his shoulder blades. The narrow waist, the complicated and exciting hills of muscles widening Detodev’s torso as he traveled up, the surprisingly few shiny scars displaying the history of his development as a member of Kalquor’s warrior caste…the individual elements composing the masterpiece named Detodev made Mitag’s pulse thunder. He licked a path behind his hands, up Detodev’s spine.

He reached the Nobek’s neck as Detodev finished lighting the fire and switched off his torch. Mitag swept the shirt over his head and off his powerful arms without pausing. Detodev turned and grabbed him. Mitag melted in the hungry kiss as the waking flames crackled and released the heady scent infused in the wood.

Detodev bore him onto the softness of the large floor cushions. Mitag experienced a jolt of warmth to his dual manhood to feel the bigger man’s weight on him, pinning him. He was equally happy to top or bottom, depending on his lover’s needs. He loved all forms of lovemaking, relished pleasing and being pleased in equal measure.

It was the closeness that mattered most, rather than the act itself. He wanted so much to be close to others, to know the uncompromising love and security lacking for most of his life.

He pretended he’d found it in Detodev. He pretended this wasn’t another isolated instance of the Nobek succumbing to mere lust.

Detodev paused kissing him to part the resealable seam running along the front of Mitag’s expensive shirt. Some Nobeks got so animalistic during sex, they tore their partners’ clothing. Detodev never had, at least where Mitag was concerned. He was probably worried he’d have to replace stuff he couldn’t afford. The Imdiko had expensive tastes.

Or was there another reason he was more cautious than the Nobeks Mitag had known in the past? Even Detodev’s rougher play had a sense of him holding back. As always, he speculated about the layers of thin scars on his lover’s forearms, crosshatched ladders that climbed the flesh from elbows to nearly his wrists.

Mitag’s wonderings broke off as the other man licked and kissed his chest in eager abandon. No, not as rough as his breed was characterized, but there was no doubt the Imdiko enticed him. He sucked Mitag’s nipple hungrily, his tongue rubbing the sensitive flesh so excitement zinged straight to his stiffening cocks.

Mitag moaned encouragement. His fingers tangled in the Nobek’s wavy hair. His grip tightened as Detodev slurped a path downward. He shoved Mitag’s trousers to his knees. Work-roughened hands gripped the Imdiko’s ass and kneaded.

Detodev wasn’t harsh as far as handling went, but he wasted little time on niceties. Finesse had never been his style, so it was no surprise for him to suck in a mouthful of Mitag’s smaller cock, making no attempt to tease. His head tilted to the side to keep from stabbing himself in the face with the larger frontal shaft, lifted high like a banner. Mitag shouted and writhed at the enthusiastic blowjob. Detodev’s attentions shot him to excruciating arousal in an instant.

Mitag was young enough to come easily, needing very little in the way of play prior to losing control. His gyrations were a desperate attempt to escape before it could happen, but Detodev was too strong for him to slip free. Telltale heat filled the shaft Detodev gobbled and began its inexorable journey to his primary, where his seed would erupt in less than half a minute if he couldn’t get free of the hot, demanding mouth.

Detodev released the grip on one of his ass cheeks. He lazily curled his fingers around the base of Mitag’s larger length as the thread of passion reached it. He squeezed.

The Imdiko’s climax still threatened, but it was dammed from release by his lover’s grip. He thrashed, now in an attempt to get loose so release could happen. The need to come overwhelmed Mitag, and he squalled an inarticulate demand to be allowed to do so.

Detodev came off his secondary and eyed him for a moment. Then he slowly, deliberately swallowed Mitag’s larger cock to where his fist grasped him.

The Imdiko’s sexes jolted, a lightning bolt of vicious yearning turning his insides to lava. His feet thudded against the cushions. His fists beat on them. He screamed as his vision turned white.

His surroundings abruptly reasserted themselves. His cocks throbbed desperately at his inability to orgasm.

Mitag swore. He begged. He fought, raining blows on Detodev’s shoulders, yanking his hair, the heels of his hands shoving his broad forehead. The muscled farmer’s head continued to bob relentlessly as he swallowed Mitag again and again. The Imdiko might as well have been a fly for all the effect he had on the bigger man.

“Please, Detodev, you’re killing me. Please, damn you, you asshole, stop! Let me get off or—hateful bastard—please, Detodev, you have to, don’t be mean…”

There was no way to shake the brutal beast loose, no matter what Mitag did.

Detodev waited until the Imdiko’s struggles and voice weakened to relax his grip. It disappeared. He went all the way down on Mitag. There was an instant when the trapped man felt the entirety of his primary enclosed. Detodev’s throat drew on him, swallowing.

The world shattered. Mitag shattered with it. Cataclysmic convulsions filled him, breaking him apart. Climax hurt after being held off for so long. It was sheer paradise as well, emptying him of the horrific pressure that had built so high. He sensed he was disappearing in jolts of purest elation.

The waves of pleasure hadn’t quite abated when he became aware of the monolithic figure of a huge man rearing up in the dancing firelight. Pressure returned but elsewhere, an insistent burrowing demanding entrance. Despite the ache blooming from Detodev’s determined invasion, Mitag offered no resistance. No denial. He was too wasted and euphoric from what had gone before.

Detodev grunted a happy sound as his slick sex filled Mitag. He propped the Imdiko’s calves against his shoulders and held them there. He slowly thrusted and retreated, thrusted and retreated. His eyes, usually cynicism-sharp, were soft and unfocused as he watched where they joined.

Mitag loved witnessing the Nobek surrender to the moment. It was only during sex he saw Detodev appear vulnerable. Not helpless, but accepting of what had been given to him and grateful to have it. It was a peek into the feeling soul usually hidden behind Detodev’s implacable shell.

Detodev was barely a year older than Mitag and as susceptible to a quick end. The Imdiko watched for the priceless moment that made getting past the farmer’s formidable defenses worthwhile. The seconds passed and his pace quickened. The steady clap-clap-clap of their flesh meeting as the Nobek fucked him counted down the seconds.

Detodev’s face squeezed tight, an expression speaking of pain rather than bliss. It lasted a brief instant. A moan left him in a breathy rush. Tension was erased at the first jerk of the thick cock in Mitag, at the first spurt of hot passion filling him. Sweet calm, then utter euphoria suffused the Nobek’s features as he lost himself in climax. It was the joy of the soldier reaching home after years of battle, the place he’d dreamed of and feared he’d never see.

Like he had during such prior transformations, Mitag fell a little more in love with Detodev.

Minutes later, despite initial insistence he had to go home and get some sleep so he could work in the morning, Detodev pinned Mitag, ready for another round. Just as their youth meant speedy ecstasy, it also granted them quick recovery. It was quite late before they’d truly exhausted themselves.

Spooned from behind, Mitag waited for sleep. He was at once satisfied yet already worrying when he could lure Detodev to his bed again. He clutched the thick arms wrapped around him, willing the Nobek to relinquish the reluctance that demanded a new seduction at every encounter.

* * * *

To his chagrin, Ilid’s mother and Dramok father had waited up for him in the rented house’s kitchen. He did his best to answer Diju’s questions about his night on the town offhandedly, but she seized on the companions he’d ended up among and had flown home.

“They must have been very interesting men for you and Jennifer to have stayed out so late. A Nobek and an Imdiko?” Diju all but danced in her delight on the white tile floor amongst the gleaming appliances and a small, cozy table in the middle of the spacious room. “Close to your age, no less.”

“Jennifer had better rapport than I did when it came to Mitag. They’re both interested in clothes and parties. Detodev came off as barely sociable. I think Mitag’s more into him than vice versa. He barely spoke two words at a time to any of us.”

“Oh, what else would you expect from a Nobek? They prefer their actions to speak for them. If he stuck close, he’s interested.”

“It was a random encounter at the bar. He and Jennifer had become acquainted on the farm. He works for Clan Amgar. For all I know, we won’t run across either him or Mitag again soon.”

“You didn’t exchange com frequencies?” At last, disappointment showed up.

As much as he hated to burst his mother’s bubble, it was for the best. Ilid avoided telling her Mitag had his contact information. “I hardly thought a first meeting involving a number of drinks warranted it.”

“Well, what does? Plenty happens between available Kalquorians after a few drinks.”

“I really don’t want to have this conversation with my mother,” Ilid groaned.

“Diju,” Codab spoke quietly from the wooden chair he occupied at the matching table. “He hasn’t reached legal age to clan unless we give permission. There are plenty of Nobeks and maybe even Imdikos for him to meet here. Let him look around.”

“I wasn’t offered the option, nor was I of age to choose to clan,” she returned, glaring at him. “I was nineteen. You were barely twenty-five. It was an arranged clanning.”

“Times have changed. The traditional clan of four isn’t a guarantee any longer, no more than arranged clanships. He deserves the opportunity to forge his own path.” Codab smiled at her, his gaze soft. Arranged or not, their relationship was full of love. Dramok Codab had no problem displaying it.

She continued to scowl, but the heat lessened in the face of his adoring regard. “I want the best for my son. You have to admit, the support of a protector and caregiver can’t be underestimated.”

“I have no complaints. However, Ilid isn’t me. Or you.”

She rolled her eyes and turned to their child. “At least grant them a chance if they make an effort to see you again. They might be perfect for you.”

“All right. If we cross paths, I’ll see if they’re interested in a real outing, where drinking isn’t the main event of the night.” Ilid smiled. Her love was a beacon of warmth in a cold universe. While her meddling wasn’t entirely welcome, he basked in the caring behind it.

“Excellent. I’m going to bed. Codab?”

“In a moment.”

Diju paused long enough to shoot him a suspicious glance. She turned to her son and cupped her palm around Ilid’s cheek. She left them, murmuring good night. They listened to her go up the softly creaking stairs.

As soon as her footfalls quieted, Codab stood and looked at Ilid. The younger man’s heart sank.

Sure enough, his father had read through his attempts to downplay the night. “Were you truly unimpressed by Detodev and Mitag, or is it a matter of what happened to you?”

Ilid knew he had no choice but to confess. “I don’t want a clan. Or at least, I don’t deserve one. I have no right to play the part of a Dramok to fellow Kalquorians.”

“You do fine when it comes to Jennifer.”

“She’s an Earther. She doesn’t have the expectations our people do of a clan leader. I may fall short of what she wants, but it won’t be because I don’t fit a particular mold.” He looked away, unable to meet the gaze of Codab, a true Dramok.

“Ilid, you were strong when you had to be. You survived what no one else on your ship could. If yours isn’t the heart of a Dramok, then I have no idea what is.” His father’s voice was intense, as if he could etch the words on Ilid’s brain through sheer force.

“I fell apart on Kalquor. I tried to kill myself so you and the rest of my parents wouldn’t have to watch me scream and cry and break down. Now I’m hiding on Haven. How does any of it equate to the heart of a Dramok?” Ilid rubbed shaking hands over his face. “In the bar, I couldn’t stop looking for those damned Darks, though I’m certain they haven’t made it onto the planet. My mind insisted they were in every shadow. Detodev noticed, unsurprisingly. How could a Nobek miss my fear?”

“You were tortured by those things, my son. No man would escape such a situation and be unaffected for months or years afterward.”