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Two weeks, then we'll have the facilities and surgeons of the M'Zekko to treat her."

Kusac nodded slowly. "Wake me first. I don't want her coming out of cryo and not sensing me
immediately."

"When you're ready," Mrowbay said finally, looking round at Kusac.

After giving Kusac his shot, Kaid helped him to his feet, supporting him as they walked slowly over to the
second unit.
Kaid, I know you're blocking us out now, sent Kusac, but later, if you sense her pain, for the Gods'
sake, don't try to cope. Use the third cryo chamber. Let T'Chebbi watch us. She's got Jo and Rezac
to call on if she needs help. Vartra can't have meant the U'Churians when he spoke of you
mak-ing a pact with the Liege of Hell.

Stop worrying about me and my visions, I'm fine, Kaid reassured, helping him climb into the unit. Just
rest. Low-ering his mental barriers, he reached in, touching his friend's hand. Already the premed had
taken effect and he could sense Kusac drifting toward unconsciousness.

"Two weeks, Kaid." Kusac's voice was barely audible and Kaid had to lean forward to hear him. "Find
out what Tirak was up to in that time. I'll want to know."

CHAPTER 1

Day 1

CRYO, the long night without end, the cold from between the stars. Heartbeat and breathing decelerate
as the chill gradually seeps deep into flesh and bones, robbing them of warmth, of movement. Thoughts
slow, messages no longer being sent to limbs and organs as the mind pulls itself back, retreating from the
bitter cold till all that remains is a tiny spark of consciousness poised between life and death. Cryo sleep,
the temporary death, where nothing stirs, no breath, no thoughtтАФno dreams.

With Nayash, his pilot, recovering from a wounded flank, Captain Tirak had asked Kaid to help out on
the bridge during takeoff. Now that they were under way, Kaid needed to check up on his people. The
mess area where they were waiting was adjacent to the sick bay, but inexora-bly his feet led him back
there. Saying he was checking up on Zashou would fool no one, least of all himself, but he had to see
them once moreтАФhad to know that Carrie and Kusac were all right. He'd grown so used to their
presences within his mind that their absence left him feeling unsettled. These feelings were so foreign to
him that it was with relief he saw that Zashou was still asleep. It was hard enough for him to cope without
having to explain it to someone else.

It was Carrie's unit he went to first. He looked through the cover, feeling instantly protective of her. She
looked as if Khuushoi, Goddess of Winter, had embraced her, turning her flesh as pale as the snow on
the Dzahai Mountains. Memories of taking Carrie there to visit his home sprang into his mind. It was
there, once he'd fully accepted his place in their lives as their third, that he and Carrie had finally become
lovers.

Through the pale cream fabric of her shift, the blood-stained dressing across her belly and side showed
up starkly. Instinctively his mind reached out for hers, pushing aside the barriers behind which he'd been
hiding. He could sense nothing. His hand shook slightly as his fingertips brushed the surface of the unit,
caressing it as if it were her he touched. Mrowbay had spread her long blonde hair carefully on the