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Hael's Fury at Devine Destinies

Liv was consumed by service to her planet, but when she falls into a dragon's clutches will she ever want freedom again?

Minimizing natural disasters was all that Liv Hael lived for. Her matriarchal family tree had a long history of doing their duty to Drai and she was following in their footsteps. When she meets the dragon that she dreamed about, and he offers her a position in the Sector Guard, she can't believe her ears. Only one thing stands in the way of Liv and Vasu joining. Will she accept his house as her nest?

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Excerpt:

“We require attendance by Customs Agent Mornil.” The voice coming through the speakers was obviously agitated. This was why Livin Hael was here.

“I am sorry but as the on duty Agent I am more than capable of dealing with your clearance. Please remain calm while the beam scans your ship.” With a few deft flicks of her fingers the docking clamps latched in place and the power drains attached to the hull. The trader transport was not going anywhere.

What they couldn’t know was that Agent Mornil had been detained by three strippers at the entertainment centre on the Drai orbital station. He would be coming late, if he could still come after they were done with him. The transport, Briax 2, signaled the end of her undercover operation, now she just needed to make the arrests.

Her hands skimmed over the toggles and switches as she said the two words guaranteed to send the transport captain into a frenzy. “Engaging scanner.”

“Again, I protest! We wish to speak to Customs Agent Mornil.” She hadn’t known a male’s voice could get that shrill, but he proved her wrong.

The scanner was giving her the feedback she was looking for. There were living beings on that ship that were stacked like cordwood in cold sleep. The transport was not graded for living transport and there was no stop on a colony world on their route. They were slavers.

“What is going on here?” A thunderous voice rang out behind her; it belonged to the diminutive Mornil.

“The Briax 2 is loaded with living cargo. They have no rating to transport living beings and no stops registered on colony worlds. They are slaving.” She kept a close eye on him in the reflection of the vid screen. His face was running through a gamut of emotion. When it got to fury she was ready. “It was bizarre really, they kept asking for you for some reason. Don’t worry though; I had the station guards in place and ready to go. They are taking the crew into custody as we speak and rescuing the sleepers.”

His first lunge at her took him past her and into the vid console. She had sidestepped him neatly. He took another run at her and she dodged him again. Finally coming to the conclusion that he could not grab her, he pulled his pistol.

It would have been intimidating if she wasn’t ready for it. His thumb revved up the heat setting, he took aim and fired.

Finally. She had been waiting for this moment for weeks. A small flick of her mind and she bled the heat from the beam, turning it into the mere passing of air over her body. The air she gathered and shoved back into Mornil’s chest. He was gasping for breath, so with a flick of her finger she pulled the air out of his lungs and held it above his face. His eyes went wild and she could sense his question. She had heard it before. “I am an agent of the Drai, and a born elemental. You are under arrest.” He had passed out before she had finished speaking and she absently forced the air back into his body.

Cuffing him securely she watched the steady stream of cold sleep chambers moving out of the ship and onto the station. Those who had been enslaved would be freed, and those who wanted a cheap transport would be sent on to the next large port of call.

“Security, we have one additional participant for arrest. Please report to the customs office.” With her assignment completed she only had one more thing to do. “Transport Va’dil please present for customs scan.” There was no one to man her station and the goods and ships were still stopping in for refueling and trade. Customs Agents waited for no one and they never traded shifts.

Mornil’s shift passed with no other bits of excitement with one exception. A Draikyn arrived without notice and the officers fell over themselves to make him welcome. After the brisk scan and clearance of his shuttle she only caught a glimpse of the black and silver of his form as he headed into the station. The tiny flicker of his shape was enough to chill her and heat her at the same time. He seemed horribly familiar.

Hael's Fury - Sector Guard Book 3 - Available now from Devine Destinies

Book 1 of the Sector Guard - Freak Factor available at Devine Destinies