Humouring her grandparents leads Myra to discovering that a member of her family belonged to an alien race, and that race wants her back now. The people who killed her ancestors demand the last viable member of the Day clan, and she has no idea why.
She finds out that her bloodline is the key to bringing back a portion of the population that have died out. The women. Her alien people survive by abducting their brides from a variety of species, but if she can claim her birthright, she can bring the trigger back and fertility will return.
Arbor-Dren–assassin, warrior and snappy dresser—is the consort that she chooses, and he is more than capable of dealing with her learning curve, and all of her other curves as well.
Recruiter Norz looked at the results. “You are certain?”
“Yes, sir. All three samples confirm it. She is a Kameraet, of the Day clan.”
Norz stared at his assistant. “I thought they were all dead.”
“Apparently not, sir. This is a very strong and very pure genetic line, considering what she listed on her form.”
Norz shook his head and ran a hand over his scalp. “I suppose I have to inform them. Damn. I wish it were any other species. Why couldn’t it just have been a stray Dheman or Enjel?”
“Will they insist on landing, do you think?”
“To reclaim the last of that line? I think we will be lucky if we can have her launched from the moon base without a warship panicking the populace.”
Norz went to the long-range com while muttering to himself about genetic lotteries and hoping for luck.
His best bet was the Kameraet ambassador in the court of the Imperium, so that is where he placed the call.
Thirty minutes later, the connection was finalised and the Kameraet ambassador was facing Norz in a holographic display.
Norz inclined his head. “Apologies for disturbing you, Ambassador.”
“I am guessing that this will be worth my time, so proceed, Ontex.”
Norz kept his expression blank, as he had been trained to. “I have come across one of your people. Well, the direct descendant of one of your houses.”
The ambassador raised his brows. “Which family?”
“The Day family. She is a direct descendant of the Day clan. There is no doubt.”
The ambassador’s expression was shocked, to say the least. “You do know that this will throw my people into an uproar.”
“I do.”
“Do you have…wait…you said she?” His manner shifted from shocked to predatory.
Norz kept his wince to himself. Indeed, this was precisely what he had hoped would not happen.
“Correct. The descendant is a female.”
The ambassador narrowed his eyes. “How old?”
“She is twenty-six.”
The smile was bright. “I will contact Nimrah immediately. They will be in touch with you at this terminal number for the pickup of our new High Lady.”
Norz nodded. “Thank you, Ambassador.”
The man’s features blurred as the call was disconnected.
Norz sighed. The Kameraet had been master traders throughout the Imperium, but now, they were an organised gathering of highly paid assassins and spies that owned four sealed star systems and everything in them. Their obsession with bloodlines bordered on the frightening, and Norz worried for Myra’s safety and sense of freedom. If she was the last of her line, as they suspected, a line of males would be presented to her, and she would have to choose a lord quickly. If she didn’t make the move, they would feel free to coerce her and that would probably not sit well with her Terran sensibilities.
