Krac felt the weak connection the moment he stepped aboard the freighter. The faint brush of awareness of the other male. He had no doubt the other male felt it as well. He skimmed his palm over the panel near the doorway. In seconds, he knew that the programming for the defense and security system had been changed. He jerked his hand back when a slight surge of power sent a jolt through his hand.
“Smart bastard,” Krac muttered under his breath as he blocked the warning when he tried to access the PLT he had reactivated. Without it, he would have to search for where not only the male was, but Skeeter. “Where is she?”
“She is secure,” a voice echoed across the wide cargo bay. “I’m impressed. I did not expect you for several more hours.”
Krac watched as a tall male stepped out of the shad
