“Nor mine,” Lev grumbled.
Tor ticked off his last finger. “And we have to end thirty years of hatred and convince the planet to stand together.”
When Tor explained all of that, it seemed an impossible task.
“How do we know she was not mated to another and you are using this as a way to manipulate us, to affect the balance of power between sectors?” I added.
At my question, my brothers pulled their shoulders back and loomed over the man.
“As you say, she would not have been sent here by her home world without being matched by the processing protocol.” He sighed. “If it concerns you so greatly, I will summon other men to this room and she will be forced to choose you from among many.”
“Only one of us,” I said, ensuring that the woman made an impartial choice. If she were truly matched
