8 Talrun
The next morning, I woke with the happy glow of knowing I’d found my mate. I’d read about this and heard about it from others who’d been bonded. The certainty of knowing you were finally home, that you’d found your person, was a joy unmatched by anything else, except perhaps the birth of a child.
I had to put it away for now, though.
We had a mission.
While our apartment was normally the base of operations for our resistance cell, today we were using another warrior’s home, which was closer to the gala we were going to crash.
The Mordanians had the nerve to throw parties using resources meant for us, while the Daqtarians and other species who called the planet home had to scrimp and save to make do.
We weren’t just going to crash the party, we were going to assassinate one o
