Chapter Fourteen
“Krac, have you found her?” Kordon asked, leaning forward to pierce Krac with his dark blue eyes.
“She is safe. I have her,” Krac replied as he leaned back in the cockpit of his own starship.
“Oh God! Oh God! Oh Kordon!” Gracie’s voice broke as she wrapped her arms around her mate from behind and lowered her head to his shoulder. “She’s safe. Our little girl. Oh Kordon, she’s safe.”
Kordon’s throat worked furiously as he pulled Gracie around and into his arms. He lowered his head for a moment as he fought for his own self-control. When he looked back up, a cold ruthlessness had filled them.
“Where are you? I can have a warship meet you. Both Ty and Malik are on standby, as well as Bran,” Kordon stated.
“I’ll send you our current location now,” Krac replied.
“Is she…
