A talent for knowing what folks were thinking was something Aliiva had come to terms with, but leaving her home and using those skills at the Citadel was not something she was prepared for.
Learning etiquette, deportment and self defense becomes her focus, but when the combat instructors keep running away, what is she supposed to do?
Returning from a harsh assignment, Baengar is not very keen to take on a new apprentice, until he sees Aliiva. Making sure that she is prepared to take on whatever comes her way is his primary concern. As they get to know each other, the concern shifts into something much more intense, and when they are sent on a mission together he knows that they have a destiny beyond their duty.
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Wrapped in Thought
Copyright © 2012 Viola Grace
ISBN: 978-1-77111-094-5
Cover art by Martine Jardin
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Wrapped in Thought
Tales of the Citadel Book Two
By
Viola Grace
Chapter One
Aliiva Egrar grinned as she piled up fruit in the market. Her family’s stall was well attended and smiling and chatting at the customers was par for the course.
“Ali, what are you doing with that evening fruit?” Her mother’s voice made several of the approaching customers smile.
“I am creating a display, Mama.” Aliiva grinned and finished the stack of fruit designed to relax inhibitions.
“Don’t eat any of it.”
Ali blushed as one of the city guards passed by. He inclined his head in greeting and she whirled to confront her mother. “Mom, don’t kid around like that. Hervar has been circling the market for the last three fair days. He comes past here often enough that I am starting to think it might not be coincidence.”
Her mother looked over her shoulder and smiled at the shape of the guard on his rounds. “He might just be doing his rounds, love. What does your other sense tell you?”
Aliiva paled. “I haven’t checked. Give me a moment.”
Walking to a quiet part of the stall, she sat on the stool and ran her hand along her skin. At this time of the day, she hadn’t been exposed to that many folks, so when she passed the spot on her arm where psychic residue remained it was crystal clear. With a clenched fist, she concentrated the residue and identified the thoughts.
Her stomach flipped when she found the interest in Hervar’s thoughts and she got queasy when the reason for his frequent circuit was revealed. There was a bomber in the Recovan market and the guard was looking for him before he planted a device near the Sector’s summit.
“Well, Ali, what did you find?”
She looked up at her smiling mother and watched the smile die. “Nothing good.”
Doing her own rounds of the market place was not unusual for her. Once her family’s stall was set up, she frequently wandered around visiting. To excuse her constant brushing of her arms, she had left her jacket back with her mother. The day was cold enough for her to walk
Learning etiquette, deportment and self defense becomes her focus, but when the combat instructors keep running away, what is she supposed to do?
Returning from a harsh assignment, Baengar is not very keen to take on a new apprentice, until he sees Aliiva. Making sure that she is prepared to take on whatever comes her way is his primary concern. As they get to know each other, the concern shifts into something much more intense, and when they are sent on a mission together he knows that they have a destiny beyond their duty.
The unauthorized reproduction or distribution of this copyrighted work is illegal. Criminal copyright infringement, including infringement without monetary gain, is investigated by the FBI and is punishable by up to 5 years in federal prison and a fine of $250,000.
Please purchase only authorized electronic editions, and do not participate in or encourage the electronic piracy of copyrighted materials. Your support of the author’s rights is appreciated.
This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.
Wrapped in Thought
Copyright © 2012 Viola Grace
ISBN: 978-1-77111-094-5
Cover art by Martine Jardin
All rights reserved. Except for use in any review, the reproduction or utilization of this work in whole or in part in any form by any electronic, mechanical or other means, now known or hereafter invented, is forbidden without the written permission of the publisher.
Published by Devine Destinies
An imprint of eXtasy Books
Look for us online at:
www.devinedestinies.com
Wrapped in Thought
Tales of the Citadel Book Two
By
Viola Grace
Chapter One
Aliiva Egrar grinned as she piled up fruit in the market. Her family’s stall was well attended and smiling and chatting at the customers was par for the course.
“Ali, what are you doing with that evening fruit?” Her mother’s voice made several of the approaching customers smile.
“I am creating a display, Mama.” Aliiva grinned and finished the stack of fruit designed to relax inhibitions.
“Don’t eat any of it.”
Ali blushed as one of the city guards passed by. He inclined his head in greeting and she whirled to confront her mother. “Mom, don’t kid around like that. Hervar has been circling the market for the last three fair days. He comes past here often enough that I am starting to think it might not be coincidence.”
Her mother looked over her shoulder and smiled at the shape of the guard on his rounds. “He might just be doing his rounds, love. What does your other sense tell you?”
Aliiva paled. “I haven’t checked. Give me a moment.”
Walking to a quiet part of the stall, she sat on the stool and ran her hand along her skin. At this time of the day, she hadn’t been exposed to that many folks, so when she passed the spot on her arm where psychic residue remained it was crystal clear. With a clenched fist, she concentrated the residue and identified the thoughts.
Her stomach flipped when she found the interest in Hervar’s thoughts and she got queasy when the reason for his frequent circuit was revealed. There was a bomber in the Recovan market and the guard was looking for him before he planted a device near the Sector’s summit.
“Well, Ali, what did you find?”
She looked up at her smiling mother and watched the smile die. “Nothing good.”
Doing her own rounds of the market place was not unusual for her. Once her family’s stall was set up, she frequently wandered around visiting. To excuse her constant brushing of her arms, she had left her jacket back with her mother. The day was cold enough for her to walk
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