EPILOGUE
Vivian, Planet Atlan, three months later
“This place is horrifying.” I walked with my mate, my hand in his as we entered the third corridor of holding cells. We had been here several times before, assisting the doctors with their research, but we had not come through this section of the “medical facility.”
I didn’t argue with the Atlans, but this place was a prison. Every compartment—containment cell—housed an Atlan warlord on the verge of execution, lost to mating fever, losing control for the last time.
“This is how it has always been.” Maxus spoke, but there was resignation in his tone, not disagreement.
“Well, it sucks.” Adrian’s soft reprimand came from just behind me. She walked next to her sister, both wearing soft, flowing Atlan gowns exactly like mine. I had chosen a
