Cygnian 7, Book 6
Will they find a path to each other when their enemies are trying to tear them apart?
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Opposites attract… but then what?
Everything Tarn thought he knew about the universe is changing. He himself has been altered by his Maker goddess, going against the sacred law he was taught at the High Temple of Cygnus-Prime. Now, he has found his soulmate in the form of a beautiful, fragile human. His dream fulfilled is nothing like he expected, yet he finds he will do anything to keep his soulmate happy.
Nancy Scott has made no secret that she wants a Cygnian soulmate. When she bonds with a member of the same prism of Cygnian warriors that her two best friends have already found soulmates within, she thinks it’s a dream come true. But when she learns more about her soulmate—the quiet, introverted engineer of the group—she wonders how he’ll be able to handle her own bubbly, extroverted personality.
None of that seems to matter as the pair are literally swept away to a hostile planet, facing unknown aliens and enemies they never expected to find. Can Nancy use her outgoing nature to forge new alliances? Or will she go too far and risk her chance at happiness with her Cygnian soulmate?
Tarn needed to act, needed to move. The ship was big and it was empty. He headed out of engineering, jogging through the corridors attempting to get some of this irritating excess energy out of his system. His spine plates still wouldn’t rest against his back.
He ran faster, weaving through the corridors and jumping up to higher levels. Something was calling to him, some need he couldn’t identify. Another mystery for him to unravel. Bron had grown crystal lattices so that the Earthlings among them could climb between decks, but Tarn ignored them, leaping up the distances between decks. He kept moving. Going up, up, up, till he was at the top of the ship, where Rom’s shard docked.
Rom was back, standing at the far end of the corridor. A large bag rested on the floor a few paces away from him. Tarn had been so wrapped up in his work, he hadn’t even realized the shard had returned. More energy pulsed down his spine. His spine plates hummed as they vibrated intensely. His hearts felt as though they might burst any moment, his skin was suddenly electrified with energy.
Rom was bent over someone, facing away from Tarn. Had he brought the Earthling back with him? That must mean she was his soulmate. But if the woman was Rom’s soulmate, why were his spine plates still flat against his back? Surely, he wouldn’t have brought one of his romantic conquests all the way back to the Arrow.
Rom stepped aside, revealing the small Earthling standing next to him. Her hair was the same gold as Earth’s sun, her large eyes as blue as the summer sky. She had delicate, rounded features and a trim build. Tarn’s hearts stuttered, then began pounding frantically. He could barely breathe. His spine plates increased their vibrations, resonating through the crystal walls surrounding him strong enough to send rainbows flowing along their surfaces. She was smiling, and Tarn swore the light of her smile was brighter than the glow from the crystal walls surrounding her.
But she was smiling at Rom.
Rom, who stood close to her.
Rom, who had his hands casually resting on her shoulders.
Rom, who was touching Tarn’s soulmate.
Tarn’s mind clouded with rage. He charged down the corridor. The woman’s smile vanished, her eyes wide and mouth dropping open as she stared at Tarn. Rom lunged to the side to meet Tarn’s attack, moving away from the woman. Tarn launched himself into the air, pulling back his arm for his strike. He came down with all the force he could gather, slamming his fist into Rom’s face. The other Cygnian staggered to the side, the blow almost taking him to his knees.
The woman screamed, but Rom waved her away, laughing. Laughing.
How much time had they spent together on Earth? Had Rom seen her as just another conquest?
“Just hang on a minute, Tarn,” Rom pleaded.
Tarn struck again, using the heel of his palm against Rom’s sternum to force the wind from Rom’s lungs. Rom crumpled forward, one hand going to his chest. Pressing his attack, Tarn lunged, grabbing Rom’s tunic and using it to lift Rom over his head. Tarn threw Rom as hard as he could. The other Cygnian flew down the corridor, hitting the floor and skidding to a stop at the farthest wall.
“Stop,” the woman yelled.
Rom was drawing himself to his feet, his violet eyes glowing with an unmistakable challenge. There was no more humor in his expression. Tarn let out a low growl, bracing his feet to meet Rom’s inevitable attack.
“Oh my god, this is so not how I imagined this happening,” the woman said. “You just… shoo!” She waved her hands at Rom.
“Sorry, sweetheart,” Rom said. “This fight’s not over yet.”
“Sweetheart?” Tarn yelled. “Sweetheart?”
Just what had happened on their date?
“Please,” she said, rolling her eyes. “I’ve got this.”
“You think you can handle a Cygnian warrior who’s that fired up?” Rom scoffed.
Tarn stepped between them. Rom was right about this fight not being over. Tarn would pummel him, proving that Tarn was the better warrior and displaying his worth to his soulmate.
He lowered his shoulders to charge Rom again when a sudden burst of ecstasy rushed through Tarn’s body, extinguishing his rage. His back arched and his knees buckled. He landed on all fours, his clawed fingertips scraping the floor, etching thin lines of rainbows in the crystal as the pleasure intensified.
His woman—his soulmate—had grabbed him by his spine plates.
Tarn turned to face her, panting with need. Her pale skin was flushed bright pink, and her own breath came in quick gasps. Her pupils were huge with desire, their bond letting her feel the exquisite torture that her touch was inflicting on him. She looked at her hand on his spine plates… and smiled.
Cassandra Chandler 