Fayra’s colony ship has been waiting for five years for the Anvin to allow any of their personnel to wake. She is the first one to wake up, and she is also the only one. She is briefed on her situation—she must prove her species’ worth in order to earn a place on this new world. To do that, she needs a mate, a child and nerves of steel.
The five Fire Bringers never imagined that they would have a chance at a mate, let alone a family. They have to use their charms to win Fayra’s favour and all without touching her. It is a challenge they must rise to or lose their chance at a child of their own.
Fayra Maimas sat up with a cough. The medical bay was empty and hers was the only cryo tube visible.
“Lay back, Ms. Maimas. We had to bring you out of cryo early. Your people need you.” The bot trundled up to her and examined her closely. “You seem to have come through the sleep without damage.”
“Oh good.” Fayra listened for the throb of the engines, but she didn’t hear anything. “Have we landed somewhere?”
“You will be briefed as soon as you are fit for this assignment.”
“Wait, what assignment? I am not in the military; I am a teacher for pities’ sake.” She coughed again.
“Irrelevant. You have been assessed to be the most suitable for this assignment, so you have been woken.”
Fayra waited for four hours while her body was balanced with supplements and she hydrated. She was just about to get up and go exploring when the bot trundled back in with a tray covered in folded fabric.
“Put this on. The briefing room has been prepared with the necessary vids.”
“Where is the briefing room?”
The medical bot’s face would have rolled its eyes if it had any, she was certain. “Deck four, room three twenty-eight.”
She stuck her tongue out at the bot and took the tray of clothing. It wasn’t standard issue. There was a bodysuit in white and a long ankle-length tabard in a gauzy white. A belt of black leather cinched around her hips and kept the tabard in place.
A pair of soft white boots covered her feet and ankles.
She didn’t have any way of brushing her hair, so she simply braided it and tied the end in a knot. It swung against the middle of her back as she made her way to deck four.
The interior of the ship was eerie. There was not one other set of footsteps in the entire place. Everyone was still asleep on the cryo decks. She was walking through a ghost ship, and ironically, she was the one wearing white.
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