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  The answer to the Patriarch’s transmission came even faster than he’d expected. He opened the channel for two-way communication and was pleased to find the Chief Engineer himself on the other end.

  “Sir,” Davin said respectfully. “I was…surprised to receive your codes.”

  One point in favor of Chief Engineer Davin, the Patriarch thought. He’d checked the code. Quickly too. The encryption had alerted Davin to the importance of the message and its bearer, but had not revealed the fact that he was dealing with one of the Zxerah Brotherhood, much less the Patriarch himself. Such confidences would come in time.

  “Thank you for taking my call, Chief Engineer. I would like to meet with you, in person. With you and your mate, if possible.”

  “I don’t expose my Resonance Mate to casual inspection by anyone, ancient codes or not, but I’ll meet with you and we can take it from there.”

  The Patriarch bowed his head in respectful agreement. “I cannot be seen. The Council has eyes everywhere.”

  “They do,” Davin agreed. “But few of them are within my facility, and I know just how to divert them. Come in to the south landing platform at sunset. I will meet you there.”

  “You have my thanks.”

  “One question,” Davin asked. “What is your name?”

  The Patriarch hesitated. He didn’t use his familial designation often, outside of his own clan. Names told much about an Alvian. They spoke of genetic heritage and rank. But the Patriarch’s name held secrets known only to a few.

  Still, trust had to start somewhere.

  “You may call me Ronin.”

  At sunset, the Patriarch’s craft came to rest on the southern landing pad at Chief Engineer Davin’s engineering facility. As promised, Davin met him at the pad, but he did not come alone. A dangerous-looking human male inspected the ship and the Patriarch with a thoroughness he respected. Apparently satisfied he’d found no contraband or anything that could be a threat, the human male stepped back and nodded to Davin.

  “Welcome. I’m Davin. This is my friend, Rick.”

  The Patriarch counted it to Davin’s credit that he introduced his human companion. The Patriarch had learned to value his human clan members. He believed any Alvian who did the same was one step ahead of the rest.

  “I am Ronin.”

  “What? No numbers?” Rick challenged.

  “I no longer believe in the value of such designations, but if you are comfortable with them, I am Ronin Prime.”

  “I’m not familiar with the Ronin genetic line,” Davin stated as they walked toward the doorway that would lead them inside the engineering complex.

  “You would not be. We live in secret and have for many generations.”

  “Interesting,” Davin commented as they went within. He led them to a room that held a large table with chairs all around. A conference room of sorts. “Please have a seat and tell us what brings you here.”

  The Patriarch sat facing the doorway, as was his habit. He noted that Rick sat at an angle so that he could keep an eye on both him and the door. Rick was a soldier of some kind, well trained and alert. Davin took a seat opposite the Patriarch, his back to the wall where he could watch everything around the oval table, farthest from the door.

  “A short time ago I met Grady Prime,” the Patriarch began. “As you know from the message I broadcasted to you, he was kind enough to record an introduction for me. I am interested in the nature of resonance mating and the effect emotion has on the process. Grady Prime told me a little bit about your situation and I was intrigued enough to want to meet you in person.”

  “There’s got to be more to it than that. Grady Prime isn’t the kind of man to gossip idly, and I know for a fact that he’s always felt protective toward our mate, Callie, even before he joined the experiment. He wouldn’t send you to us unless you were more than you seem.”

  “Very astute, Chief Engineer. Can I assume Rick is the human Resonance Mate in your triad Grady Prime mentioned?”

  “Grady told you about me?” Rick asked, clearly surprised.

  The Patriarch nodded. “If it will help set your mind at ease, I’ll tell you a bit more about myself and my mission.” Ronin knew he had to give a little in order to gain their trust and cooperation. “I’m the leader of a small group of Alvians who train and live together in a secret enclave. When we first landed on Earth, I went out with a few others to investigate the planet and its native inhabitants. I ran into a human and learned much from her. She eventually became the first adoptee into my clan. She was the first of many.”

  “You treat them as equals? You give them rights within your enclave?” Davin asked quickly.

  The Patriarch nodded. “They are valued members of my clan. From interacting with them and observing their emotions, I have learned much. One thing I’ve come to believe is that our race has suffered great harm by erasing emotion from our genetic codes. Although my sect was one of the first to fully embrace the genetic protocols put in place generations ago on Alvia Prime, we are now set on a course of reversing those protocols and perhaps advancing our evolution to the next logical step given our habitation of Earth.”

  “The next evolution being?” Rick prompted.

  “Combination with humans. A next evolution for both our races resulting in a blended race of beings with a multitude of psychic gifts.”

  “Bold words,” Davin commented after a tense silence.

  “And an even bolder idea,” Rick said. “There are hard feelings on the human side of the equation after the way your people have treated us. I hope you’ve taken that into consideration.”

  “I have, and it’s one of the troubling aspects of our goal, but not insurmountable if your mating is any indication. My sect is strong, but we need allies. I also need to gather more data about the recurrence of resonance mating among Alvians with emotion. I don’t want to advocate mass genetic alteration if it will send a large number of my people into madness and death. That’s why I’ve come to you, Davin. I was hoping you would speak freely with me about the effects of your own mating and the dangers you faced prior to finding your mate.”

  “I’ll speak about my experiences prior to finding Callie. It’s well documented that I was clearly on my way to madness. Only knowing she lived and would one day be mine allowed me to go on as long as I did.”

  “You knew she was your mate for some time?”

  “I first visited her family’s ranch when she was a teenager. The moment I saw her, I knew—I hoped—she would be the one for me. Her family allowed me to touch her that first time, just to see if we could Hum. We did, and the memory of that sound sustained me for the years it took her to grow up. She and I communicated over a secure crystal I gave her and got to know each other in that time as friends. Her voice, her words, her open emotion steadied me when I otherwise would have descended into hopelessness.”

  The Patriarch grew concerned by his words. The very real pain that showed on Davin’s face at just the memory of what he’d endured in those years was palpable. Ronin didn’t like the idea of subjecting his people to such uncertainty and despair, even though he didn’t quite understand it. He’d observed his human followers enough to know such things could be crippling. An otherwise sound body could be destroyed by emotions like fear, anxiety, sadness and all the other things that might come out of a return of feelings without the temperate companionship of a Resonance Mate.

  “I performed the other tests when she was old enough,” Davin continued. “When the Council found out about her and tried to capture her, I was closer than I have ever been to losing it completely. Nothing and no one would stand in the way of my keeping her safe. I got to her first and put her in a safe location where we consummated our resonance. That was when I fully understood for perhaps the first time, what it meant—what it could mean—to resonate so perfectly with another being. The energy from that first union still flows through many of the crystals that were in the chamber when we joined.” The Chief Engineer gave a lopsided smile. “It probably wasn’t the best idea to hide away in a chamber full of untuned raw crystal.”

  “I remember the power spike,” Ronin confirmed. “At the time, we had no idea what had caused it, of course. Not until you showed up in front of the Council days later.” He turned to look at the human. “I assume you are the same man who healed the Council crystal. That was an amazing piece of work. You have my admiration.”

  “Thanks.” Rick nodded but his gaze still measured every word, every action. This was a man used to living hard. To have survived so long alone in the wilderness, his healer’s soul had generated a tough outer shell—that of a warrior. Ronin had seen it many times among the human survivors. He admired their resilience while at the same time felt an echo of guilt that his people and their actions were the reason behind it.

  “Now,” Davin reclaimed his attention. “Perhaps you’d like to tell us who you really are. I checked your codes and they’re downright ancient, yet still active in the most classified databases. That alone has me curious, and your words to this point make me more so. Who are you?”

  The words were close enough to the pre-arranged signal. Ceiling tiles burst as two bodies fell from above onto the conference table. They landed in a ready crouch, their faces shielded by the traditional clothing of the Zxerah.

  Both Davin and Rick jumped to their feet, their reaction time good, but Ronin knew it would not have been fast enough to save either of their lives should this have been a true assassination mission. As it was, his people were not armed. They stood ready, but only to defend, not to attack.

  Silence reigned as all within the room took stock of
the altered situation.

  “What is this?” Davin spoke first, demanding answers.

  “A demonstration,” Ronin said. “Nothing more.” He signaled to the two newcomers to remove their headgear. “Proof of what and who I am and who I call members of my clan. My family.”

  Rick cursed inwardly when the two black-clad figures dropped explosively from the ceiling. He was on his feet in seconds, but not fast enough. He cursed again.

  Then the guy who’d introduced himself as Ronin signaled to the two newcomers. They pulled off their masks, revealing not the Alvian hit squad he’d expected, but rather two human faces—one male, and even more surprisingly, one female.

  “You were supposed to come alone,” Davin accused.

  “I did,” Ronin replied, gesturing with open hands. “These two have been here spying on you for more than a week. It is due, in part, to their reports that I’ve decided to contact you directly. To trust you.”

  “More than a week?” Rick looked at the two humans standing at the ready. They showed no weapons or aggression. “No way.”

  “Way.” The male stepped off the table in a fluid motion and leaned one hip against the edge as he stood between Rick and Ronin.

  “Prove it,” Rick challenged, facing down the other man.

  “All right. I’ll send you an image. Something no one else could have seen. Will that do it?”

  Suspicious, Rick nodded. A second later, he felt a telepathic knock in his mind. He responded, allowing the promised image through his defensive shields.

  A flash, nothing more, but the image was clearly of himself, Davin and Callie, making love in their private chamber. The view was from above, at a nearly impossible angle. Rick knew for a fact that there were no monitors of any kind in or near their private quarters. He made certain of that on a daily basis.

  But there were heating and cooling ducts and crawl spaces above the ceilings—just like in this conference room. The newcomers had already demonstrated how vulnerable the design made them. The image the man had sent could only have come from firsthand observation from above. In fact, Rick remembered the exact occasion that had put the three of them in that particular naughty configuration.

  A chill raced down his spine. At any moment, these people—these operatives—could have taken a shot. They could have killed him, Davin, or worst of all, Callie.

  “You’ve got a lot of nerve.” Rick sent the message back to the man, who he now knew was telepathic. What other gifts he might have remained to be seen.

  “Sorry, man, but I didn’t stay once I realized what y’all were up to. Just had to prove how serious this is.”

  For some reason, Rick believed him. He didn’t trust him, but he believed him in this instance. Rick let it go as he looked over at Davin and nodded once.

  “He’s been here a while.” Rick stood back and watched while his partner—a man he had come to respect in many ways—turned to deal with the alien.

  “What are you?” Davin asked of the only other Alvian in the room.

  Ronin stood, flanked by his operatives.

  “We are Zxerah.”

  “Zxerah?” Davin repeated, clearly shocked.

  “What the heck is Zxerah?” Rick asked, apparently the only one in the room who didn’t know what the alien word meant.

  “Like ninjas,” the woman spoke for the first time. “Only better.” She sent him a sassy smile as she sat on the edge of the conference table.

  “Alvian ninjas? You’ve got to be kidding.”

  The woman laughed and the sound was rich and clean. Her eyes sparkled with humor and her Asian features lit with something like happiness. Rick hadn’t seen such an open look on any human woman’s face, aside from those in the O’Hara family, in more years than he could count. That expression alone said a lot for the alien, and the care he took of his people.

  “The Zxerah tradition started on Alvia Prime,” Ronin said. “But since arriving on Earth and encountering humans, I have extended our clan to include certain humans as well. It was always common among the Brotherhood to adopt new members into the clan in each generation. Those who proved themselves willing to learn, able to contribute, or simply in need of protection have long been welcomed among us to improve our bloodlines and our abilities.”

  “But your sect was believed to have died out centuries ago,” Davin interjected. “I assume the Council is aware of your continued existence?”

  “They are among the very few allowed to know.” Ronin inclined his head in acknowledgement. “And now I have decided to include you and your mates in that number. The time fast approaches when the Zxerah will most likely reveal our existence to the rest of the Alvian race, whether the Council likes it or not.”

  “For what purpose?”

  “For the purpose I stated earlier,” Ronin answered Davin’s accusatory tone. “As a race, we have lost our way. We need to reestablish a connection with our ancestral selves. We need some emotion in our lives. Living with and observing my human clan mates has convinced me this is the wisest course.”

  “And who are you to decide the course of an entire race?” Davin challenged. Rick had never seen him so combative toward another Alvian—unless they’d earned it.

  “I am the Patriarch.”

  That announcement fell on the room like a ton of bricks. Rick wasn’t sure exactly what it meant, but it was clearly something that meant a lot to Davin.

  Rick was distracted by movement at the door. Sure enough, Callie had come to investigate. Undoubtedly, she’d felt the disturbance in her mates’ emotions. She was as sensitive—if not more sensitive—than her mother. Both women were strong empaths, bound closely to their men. Rick should have expected her to pick up on the mélange of emotions swirling around him and Davin.

  Rick didn’t think there was any imminent threat in these Zxerah people, but he motioned for her to stay near the doorway just in case. She could be of some help here, reading the emotions of these newcomers. She’d probably be able to tell him if they were on the level or not, but he’d keep himself between her and these ninja wannabes. Just in case.

  “Well, that explains the ancient codes you transmitted,” Davin said into the tense silence. “It’s an honor to meet you.”

  “The honor is mine, Chief Engineer. And I assume this is your mate?” His gaze shifted to Callie, still in the doorway.

  She smiled tentatively. “I’m Callie. I hope I’m not intruding.”

  “You know perfectly well you are, sweetheart. I’m going to paddle your ass for not staying put like I asked you to.” Rick sent the telepathic message privately to her and was rewarded with a raised eyebrow when she looked at him.

  “With all the emotional energy you two were putting out, you expected me to stay hidden? You’ve got to be kidding.”

  “I am honored by your presence, Callie. I’ve heard much about your abilities. Many of my adopted clan members have strong psychic gifts, but few of them have any empathy at all. I’ve long been curious about how such a gift works.”

  Callie leaned one shoulder against the door frame, looking casual. “I sense emotion. It’s what drew me here to check on my guys. Right now, I’m sensing suspicion, admiration and—thank you, but I’m taken—attraction from your friend over here.” She nodded toward the male operative who smiled back and winked. “You, on the other hand—” she looked at the female, “—have a mixture of curiosity, arrogance and a trace of insecurity in your mind right now. Don’t worry, we’re not the threat here, but we will defend ourselves and our people, so if it’s a fight you want, you’ll get one.”

  “Duly noted,” the female replied with a look of respect. “And we didn’t come here to fight. If we had, you’d already be dead.”

  “Assassins.” Davin broke his silence with the bald pronouncement. “Like Sinclair Prime, right? He was one of yours, wasn’t he?”

  Ronin sighed. “He was, but he always made his own decisions in service of the Council. I am leader, not dictator. Sinclair Prime Past had already retired when the Council’s rogue elements reactivated him for that last mission—the failed strike against you. I, for one, am glad he chose to miss.”