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The Morcai Battalion: Invictus

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2018
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“In an instant,” he gritted, and a low, soft growl issued from his throat.

“Oops,” she murmured. She was measuring the distance from the balcony to a locked door and wondering if she could outsprint him when a voice broke the silence.

“This is very unwise. Very, very unwise,” Caneese said, clicking her tongue in a most human manner as she joined them on the balcony. The commander stopped, dead, and turned to face her, straightening slowly.

“You know, I was just thinking the very same thing,” Madeline replied quickly. She eyed Dtimun, who looked decidedly uncomfortable. “I don’t really think I could outrun him.”

Dtimun took longer to react as he fought down his need. He let out a long breath and glanced at Madeline. “I must agree,” he told her. He smiled at Caneese. “You arrived at an opportune moment.”

“As I see.” She moved between them. “It is not kind of you to frighten Madeline,” she chided.

He recovered his equilibrium and laughed softly. “She has the heart of a galot,” he said unexpectedly, referring to a species of giant cat. “I would never expect her to be afraid of anything. Not even me.”

Madeline grinned. “At least I haven’t thrown things at you,” she added, alluding to their earlier conversation about Rhemun and Edris Mallory.

“A lie,” he said with a flash of green eyes. “Once, when I refused to let you treat a wound on my leg, you threw a piece of medical equipment at me.”

“It wasn’t anything heavy or dangerous,” she pointed out.

“Should I ask why the two of you were out here?” Caneese asked.

“I couldn’t sleep,” Madeline confessed.

“I heard her outside,” Dtimun added. “There are dangers at night, even here in the fortress.”

“Yes,” Caneese said, but more gently. She smiled at Madeline. “You should never come out here alone at night. Or with him,” she added mischievously, indicating Dtimun with a faint nod of her head. “He is more dangerous than anything you might discover in the dark.”

“I was just noticing that,” Madeline murmured dryly.

He gave her a long, searching look.

“The ceremony must be soon,” he said to Caneese in Cehn-Tahr, in the familiar tense. “And Ruszel’s transformation must be even sooner.”

“Komak has everything ready to proceed early tomorrow,” Caneese replied. “I will conduct the bonding ceremony myself, but it must be witnessed.”

“It is only a temporary measure,” he began uncomfortably.

“It must be witnessed,” she replied firmly. “I cannot explain. You must trust me.”

He let out a rough sigh. “You risk much.”

“You risk more, by keeping secrets from her.” She moved closer to him, aware of Madeline’s curiosity. She dared not satisfy it. “Dtimun, you must tell her the truth.”

“No.”

“She will see it for herself, when you mate,” she persisted.

“We will conduct the pairing in total darkness,” he said, evading her eyes. “I will make sure that she does not see me. She will not know.”

Caneese frowned worriedly. “Our laws require that we use no artificial means of camouflage during a bonding ceremony. How will I explain that to the witnesses?”

He cocked his head. “You will find a way around that,” he said with affection.

She shook her own head. “You presume too much.”

“I do not.” He bent and laid his forehead against hers. “It will change everything, once she knows,” he said bitterly. “I do not wish it to happen. Not yet.” He lifted his head. His eyes were sad and reflective. “She will have a memory wipe. The child will be regressed. She will go back to the Holconcom and remember nothing. But I will have the memory of it. Of her. I do not wish to remember her distaste.”

“You underestimate the intensity of her feelings for you,” Caneese said simply.

He laughed shortly. “Do you not remember the one time we revealed ourselves to a party of humans, during the Great Galaxy War?”

She grimaced. “They were primitive humans…”

He turned away. “I will not risk it.”

She didn’t press him. It would have done no good. He was too much like her. Neither of them would retreat from a decision, once made.

“The bonding will take place tomorrow, after Komak’s genetic manipulation, Madeline,” Caneese told her gently. “Are you certain that you are rested and healed enough for the procedure?”

“I’m just sore and a little weak,” Madeline assured her with a smile. “We don’t have a lot of time, if we’re to save Chacon and the princess.” Both the enemy commander and the Cehn-Tahr princess had recently gone missing.

“I still do not like it,” the older woman said solemnly. “It is a very great risk.”

Madeline moved closer to her. “I’ll be the commander’s eyes and ears,” she said softly. “He’ll be all right.”

Dtimun’s eyebrows shot up almost to his hairline. “You presume to protect me from harm?” he asked in a hopelessly arrogant fashion.

Madeline grinned at him. “I always try my best to protect you, sir. I’ll remind you that when we were in Ahkmau…”

“Not again,” he groaned.

Caneese laughed out loud. “What is this, about Akhmau?”

“I operated on him under battlefield conditions when he went prematurely into the dylete,” she recalled smugly, reminding Caneese of an earlier conversation. She frowned. “Well, in one stage of it, anyway. Can you still call it the time of half-life when it’s only one of many?” she added thoughtfully.

“Call it what you like,” Dtimun said gruffly. “I am going to bed.”

“You sleep well, sir,” Madeline said. “If I hear anything threatening outside, I’ll attack it for you.”

He muttered something under his breath, turned on his heel, and stalked back across the balcony.

Caneese was grinning, overcome with mirth. “I have never seen him in such a state,” she chuckled.

“I get on his nerves,” Madeline said, grinning back. “It keeps him on his toes. He does tend to brood.”

“Yes. Even as a child, he was like that.”

“You’ve known him that long?” Madeline asked.
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