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  Krell stared at her. “I’m proud of you.”

  She wasn’t sure what to say but her chest tightened over the compliment. “Thanks. I feel the same way when it comes to you.”

  His gaze drifted away. “I put you in danger. I should have left you on Garden where you would have been safe.”

  Irritation flashed through her. “That’s bullshit. They would have tortured the location of your planet from at least one of you if those metal heads had captured your people. They would have gone there next.”

  His silence wasn’t exactly an agreement but she let it slide. They hit the sector of small moons and she released the six weapons, leaving them in their wake, and changed direction, steering around the moons until she passed through the cluster.

  “Where do we go now?”

  Krell hesitated.

  It hurt. Cyan released the controls and stood. “Fine. I’m going to go somewhere else. You have the helm since you don’t trust me enough to tell me how to reach Garden.”

  She refused to meet his gaze though she knew he watched her as she spun away and marched toward the lift. He didn’t call out to stop her and she hadn’t expected him to. Krell only trusted her up to a certain point. It sucked and it hurt her feelings but the important thing was they’d escaped. They’d reach Garden alive.

  Krell snarled and took the helm. He wanted to set it to autopilot but couldn’t trust it since the Markus Models had previously had control of the shuttle. He needed to monitor it closely to make sure it wasn’t programmed to send out any signals to the other androids’ shuttles. He should have told Cyan the coordinates to Garden. Trust didn’t come easy to him but she’d earned it tenfold.

  “I’m an ass,” he muttered, wishing he could go after her. He would apologize when she returned.

  Part of him wished they didn’t have to return to Garden immediately. The idea of spending time alone with Cyan was a pleasant one. The council couldn’t issue any orders regarding his female and he wouldn’t have to deal with other males wishing to gain Cyan’s interest. The moment they reached orbit he’d have to issue a request to meet with them, order Mavo to attend to verify her previous human identity, and argue for her to be given special concessions.

  He hoped the council would take Mavo’s word that Cyan had once been Emily Pleva. He’d call on Councilman Zorus as well to help sway them to approve his demands to give her human status on Garden despite her body’s origins. The male owed him a lot of favors and he’d call in every one to prevent Cyan from having to take other males into their family unit.

  She may not even want to stay with me. That haunting thought made him snarl. His fingers wrapped around the controls tighter at the idea of losing her. He had to make it right with her and indecision tore at him again. He wanted to seek her out and apologize. He always seemed to screw up when it came to her. He’d spent too many years alone, didn’t have friends for a reason, and he’d lost his ability to communicate well.

  I need to try harder, he admitted. I need to tell her how much she means to me.

  * * * * *

  Hours had passed and Cyan hadn’t returned. It worried Krell but internal sensors confirmed that she remained on the lower deck in the crew sleeping quarters and he hoped she at least rested well.

  The coms alerted him to a signal and he opened a channel to listen. Silence greeted him but then a soft beep sounded.

  He smiled, recognizing the signal for what it was. “This is Krell. I am piloting the Genesis Four.”

  The com remained silent for a moment. “Prove it.”

  He flat-out grinned. “You’re an asshole for nearly dumping my female onto her ass just because she proved you are incompetent at reading her, Gene.” He paused. “Where are you hiding?” His gaze drifted over the radar, impressed with the Bridden’s abilities to cloak, avoiding being detected easily by sensors.

  “What happened to the Markus Models?”

  “Cyan killed them and we left their remains on the planet surface.”

  “All of them?”

  “The eight Models who were previously on this shuttle have been deactivated. We encountered two more shuttles when we broke the surface of the hostile planet but she lost them.”

  “Continue on. We’re in range.” A blip suddenly showed on the radar screen, but only for a second, and Krell grinned. The other shuttle flew portside, pacing him, and had purposely revealed its location.

  “What is the status of the Vontage?”

  “Safe and ahead of us. We backtracked, searching for you and to verify it wasn’t a trap when we received your original transmission that you were traveling in the attack shuttle. We didn’t believe it.”

  “Now you have verification.”

  Mission accomplished on getting the Vontage home. A sense of peace hit Krell. He’d done his job and now he just needed to convince Cyan to keep him as her primary and only male. His body tensed. He’d do that after he convinced the council to revoke her cyborg female status and change it to give her human rights.

  * * * * *

  Cyan stared at the ceiling of the crew cabin. She’d napped a little but nightmares had plagued her. She’d probably have them for a while after her encounter with the Markus Models. The damn things would continue to search for cyborgs but she’d do her best to make sure they never captured any. She’d share all her information about them with Krell and make sure they carried weapons that would be effective. He might not trust her completely but she’d make him listen.

  She was in love with a guy who might never fully believe what she said. He was stubborn and could make her angry more than anyone else ever had but he was worth the trouble. A smile curved her lips. Convincing him could be fun. The memories of making up after they argued made her climb off the bunk.

  She left the crew cabin and found the kitchen. The Markus Models needed to sustain the organic parts of their bodies but the food stores were nearly depleted. She managed to put two plates together and hoped they weren’t in for a long trip. They’d starve.

  Krell turned his head when she entered the piloting section of the shuttle. His dark gaze widened slightly at the sight of the trays she carried. She slowly advanced toward him.

  “I thought you might be hungry.”

  “I am.” He turned to face her. “I apologize.”

  That brought her to a halt. She hesitated before she approached, took the second seat, and handed over a tray of food. “Thank you. What is the apology for?”

  “I do trust you. It is just not easy for me to do.”

  Her body relaxed. “That means a lot, Krell. Really.”

  He accepted the food, glanced at it, but didn’t show a grimace. Cyan wanted to do it for him. The pickings were slim.

  “It seems the Markus Models didn’t restock food. We’re kind of screwed in that department pretty soon. They don’t need to eat as much as we do and they can go longer periods of time without nourishment. This was the best of what was left.”

  “We’ll reach Garden soon. We’ve advanced on the Vontage but we’re keeping back enough to give them cover in case they find trouble on the return trip. This is the faster shuttle yet we are taking the rear position.” He used his head to indicate the sensors.

  Cyan glanced at them, seeing a faint blip on the radar. They were a good hour behind it at least. “That’s her? Where’s the Bridden?”

  “Cloaked but present. It is off our portside.”

  Cyan ate, her thoughts on returning to Garden and what that would mean for her and Krell. She glanced up when she finished to find him staring at her. “What?”

  “Would you enjoy flying us the rest of the way to Garden? We’re planning on docking to the Vontage when we reach orbit. A team is going to sweep this shuttle first before it’s taken to the surface and they will replace the onboard computers to make certain we don’t have any surprises in the future if they programmed them to send a distress signal or broadcast to the androids. We’ll board the Bridden and it will return us to the