Ivy raised her eyebrows. “I ate my veggies.” She had to be close to six feet tall, and the guy she was with nearly two feet more. She leaned forward and rested her forearms on the table. “So, Zara from Boston, in his comm call, Isaak said you were an Interstellar Bride. He forgot to mention that you are his.” Her pale eyes shifted to Isaak then back to me.
“I’m not Isaak’s mate. My matched mate was murdered as soon as I transported to Trion.”
Silence stretched, and I wondered if Ivy was in shock.
A group of rowdy males in Coalition uniform came into the place, went to the bar and ordered drinks. Isaak cleared his throat.
“I helped her escape Jirghogis on Omega Dome. He was supposed to hand her over to Cerberus. Ulza herself was there to take Zara back to Rogue 5.” Isaak rubbed a hand o
