"Sharon Green - Terrillian 2 - Warrior Enchained" - читать интересную книгу автора (Green Sharon)

build, my un-made-up face, my plain, long brown hair. .The only thing she did
like about me was my reputation as a Prime Xenomediator, a reputation she
could use to advance her own cause.

"Lee, I'm crushed but I can't make it," I said, projecting the least amount
of honesty and regret. "There are still dozens of things to be taken care of
before I leave, not to mention all those reports on my new assignment. I'll be
spending the rest of the day and night on them."

"That's too bad," she pouted. "I guess I was looking forward to having you
come more than I should have." She hesitated briefly. "Well, you'll just have
to promise to be my guest as soon as you're home again. You will promise,
won't you, Terry?"

"Of course I promise," I assured her at once, patting her hand. "You can
give me a homecoming party."

"How lovely!" she squealed, clapping her hands in delight. "No one has ever
given you a homecoming party, and I'll be the first!"

She turned around and hurried away toward another group of our neighbors,
anxious to pass on the word about how important she was going to be. I watched
until she reached the nearest group, then turned away and headed back to my
house. The party had definitely been a mistake, but now I knew it as a fact.

Once I got the front door closed I leaned against it, automatically
clearing my mind of all the emotions that had been prodding at me. I took a
deep breath and went upramp to my living quarters, heading directly for the
bathroom. I'd already had one bath that day, but I felt the need for another.
I'd been bathing a lot since I got back from Rimilia, but whatever I'd been
trying to wash away still wasn't gone.

I dialed a hot bath, and by the time I was out of the long yellow dress,
the tub was filled. I stepped into the water and sat down, letting my mind go
back over the last two weeks and beyond. It was hard to think about, and the
passage of time wasn't making it any easier.

I'd gone to Rimilia to help convince its natives to allow the Centran
Amalgamation to build a complex on their planet, and everything had gone
according to plan-with one unexpected addition. I'd fallen in love with the
man I'd been sent to help, making the mistake of thinking he loved me, too.
I'd given him everything within my power to give and he had given me his
child-and then he had sent me back to the embassy we had on the planet, my
assignment completed, my talents no longer needed. I was an empath, a Prime
Xenomediator, and feeling's are impossible to hide from an empath. Tammad, my
beloved, the man I had been willing to give my life for, felt no regret or
sense of loss when he sent me away from him. This I knew better than any other
fact of my life, and the pain continued to plague me both asleep and awake.

I stirred in the warm bath water, thinking about transparenting the walls
around me then rejecting the idea. I no longer felt the need to reach out in
some vague way, groping for something I couldn't explain even to myself.
Empaths usually lived half lives when on Central, their gifts and the very
memory of those gifts suppressed until the need to use them came along again.
Then, once they'd reached their destinations, the triggering word would be
spoken to awaken them and let them do their jobs, the countertrigger coming
only when the assignment was complete. This time, as a reward for the work I'd
done for the Amalgamation, the countertrigger hadn't been spoken to me and I
still retained my talent, although I'd been forbidden to tell anyone. I