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  “You mean it can wipe away bad memories? Past trauma? Things like that?”

  Lit’aal nodded eagerly. “Oh yes, Khalla-to-be! It is only by allowing the lisix do its work that you will be considered clean and fit to be mated to one of the candidates. Otherwise…”

  “Otherwise they may reject you,” Turra finished for her, looking grim. “You must come to the ceremony clean and fresh and new. If you do not, it will be known when Mother Chundra looks into you.”

  Emily hesitated, considering. On one hand, if Lit’aal and Turra were right, this slimy, giant slug could perform some kind of memory wipe and take away the awful recollections she had not only of Grayson and the rape but also of Jason and how horrible and inadequate he’d made her feel.

  On the other hand, giant alien slug. All…over…her…body.

  Ugh! She shivered at the thought. She could still remember playing happily in Sherando lake as a little girl, she and Anna splashing each other until Anna had stopped and pointed to her hand. “What’s that?” Emily had looked down and seen the fat, black thing sticking to the back of her hand, pulsing as it drank from her. Emily had screamed and screamed and when Anna brushed it off and it left a trail of blood, she’d gotten so light headed she nearly fainted.

  The memory still gave her the heebie-jeebies. But it wasn’t nearly as ugly as the memories this thing could erase. Should she do it? Just the thought of going back into the tub voluntarily and letting that thing ooze its way up her body made Emily feel like she was going to be sick. But still…

  “You should complete the treatment, Khalla-to-be,” Turra said, frowning disapprovingly at her. “It will clear the way for your Kit’tara to emerge and make you more acceptable to the candidates.”

  Emily’s resolve, which had been seriously wavering, hardened at once. The other might be getting closer to the surface all the time but she’d be damned if she would help the other girl take over her body completely. In fact, she intended to fight it for as long as she could. I don’t want to die just so she can be born, she thought. And besides, did she really want to get rid of her bad memories so desperately she’d allow a giant leech to cover every inch of her skin?

  No, she thought with some surprise. Not anymore. I faced them—Tragar helped me face them and I’m stronger because of it. I don’t need to run away or feel ashamed—what was done to me was not my fault. I’m not going to let that slug thing wipe my mind just to get rid of it. My past is part of me, damn it and I will not apologize for it!

  “No,” she said looking at Turra, who rolled her eyes in obvious disgust. “No, I won’t do it. And I don’t care what all the candidates think of me because Tragar is the only one I want and he already knows everything there is to know. He knows and he loves me anyway.”

  “Suit yourself, Khalla-to-be.” Turra looked angry but Lit’aal pressed her hand gently.

  “You must do what you feel is right,” she told Emily. “I understand how hard this process can be. My friend, Rennaly, had a very difficult time during her own Tenrah.”

  “Thank you for understanding.” Emily smiled at her, feeling her heart begin to slow to a normal level at last. “And I’m sorry if this is getting you in trouble. I just can’t—”

  “I understand.” Lit’aal squeezed her fingers. “It will be all right, my Khalla—truly it will.”

  “My Khalla—that’s what Tragar always calls me.” Emily sighed. “I already miss him.”

  “You do not have long to feel such pain,” Turra remarked. “For now it is time for sleep.”

  “What? I don’t want to go to bed yet,” Emily protested. What she wanted was to go find Tragar somewhere but from the steely glint in Turra’s eyes, that wasn’t going to happen.

  “You will see him tomorrow. Come, Khalla-to-be, you must be well rested tonight. Early in the morning comes the Ceremony of Choosing.”

  Chapter Twenty-five

  Tragar stood in a semi-circle with five other candidates, feeling unworthy and out of place. Every other male in the vast Choosing Hall had been training for years for the right to be here and each was distinguished in his way. Tragar was willing to bet his ship that none of them had ever failed to protect the ones they loved or taken up assassination as a profession. Every one was pleasing to the female eye and every one had a clean and honorable past in addition to serving as warriors to protect their home planet of Rageron.

  I served once too, Tragar thought grimly. But it ended in disaster. Which was what he feared would happen during this Choosing Ceremony. All of the other candidates were wearing pure white robes but Tragar had elected to keep his black flight leathers and vest on. He wasn’t pure and clean within as the others were—there was no point in pretending otherwise by dressing up.

  They all stood quietly at ease, hands clasped behind their backs, feet apart. But inside his gut, Tragar could feel a knot of tension growing. He would be seeing Emily again in a few minutes and then no doubt watching as she was given to another male. After seeing the difference between him and the other candidates, it seemed inevitable. Why should she be with someone like him who had failed in a Kindred’s most basic duty—to protect the ones he loved—when she could have a war hero or a scholar or a renowned medic instead?

  Tragar had no answer for that. He simply tried to prepare himself for the inevitable.

  At last when he felt his ragged nerves couldn’t take another moment of waiting, Emily walked in. She was preceded by Mother Chundra and flanked on either side by the younger priestesses who had taken her away earlier. Emily was dressed in a long white robe like the others and Tragar thought she looked flustered and unsure of herself.

  His heart squeezed like a fist in his chest and he wanted badly to go to her and take her in his arms. It seemed like forever since he’d held her, even though it had only been hours. But since they had declared their love, he felt more attuned to her…and completely bereft when she wasn’t by his side.

  “Now then…” Mother Chundra came to a stop in front of the semi-circle of candidates and Emily and her two attendants stood quietly behind her. “Let the Choosing Ceremony begin,” she announced. “First, I will Look Into all the Candidates.”

  Emily looked confused by her words but Tragar knew well enough what they meant. He braced himself for the worst, stoically waiting to feel the priestess enter his mind and bring all his darkest secrets to light.

  This could not possibly end well.

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  Emily watched as one by one the candidates came up to Mother Chundra and knelt before her. They were all really nice looking guys with chiseled features and golden eyes and black hair—traits of the Beast Kindred, she supposed. But all of their handsome faces seemed to blur together into nothing when she looked at them. She only wanted Tragar but he was refusing to meet her eyes. What was going on?

  “You may rise, Daro. Your mind is clean and your past is spotless. You are a worthy candidate to be a chosen mate for the Khalla-to-be.” the High Priestess said to the fourth candidate to come kneel before her. So far she had said the same thing to all of them and now only Tragar was left.

  “What is she doing?” Emily whispered, nudging Lit’aal in the ribs as the handsome warrior rose and went back to his place in the semi-circle of males.

  “Looking into them,” Lit’aal hissed back, as though Emily should know what that meant.

  “Which means?” Emily persisted despite the way Turra was giving them both the evil eye for talking.

  “The High Priestess is able to look into the mind of a candidate and see his past. In this way she can judge if the candidate is worthy or not. All right, Turra, we’ll be quiet!” she added in a whisper as the other priestess glared at them and put a finger over her lips.

  Emily felt a stab of dread as Tragar stepped forward to stand before the High Priestess. She knew the awful things that had happened to the Big Kindred in the past and it had been terribly hard for him to tell her about them. It hardly seemed fair for him to have to