Chapter Twenty-Five
“Sir, we are receiving an incoming message,” one of the Ensigns assigned to communications called out.
“Patch it through,” Ha’ven answered as he checked the laser pistol in his hand.
“This is Captain Marus Tylis of the Marastin Dow warship, Traitor’s Run,” a deep voice echoed through.
Ha’ven paused and straightened. “This is Ha’ven Ha’darra. You have my mate,” he growled out.
“Yes, I do,” the male responded with a heavy sigh. “A fact that will probably get me killed – more than once if that was possible,” he added gruffly.
“Where are you?” Ha’ven growled out.
“Ha’ven?” Emma’s soft voice suddenly echoed through the room. “Oh, Ha’ven, this is incredible! I never dreamed I would get a chance to be an astronaut! This is unbelievable.”
“Where. Are. You?” Ha’ven asked
