Helen, Planet Everis, the Touchstone
Helen, Planet Everis, the TouchstoneI entered the beautiful garden, my knees weak. I followed the path as instructed and found the beautiful white stone bench exactly where he’d promised: next to a bubbling fountain and surrounded by flowers. Their sweet scent filled the air, and I felt like I was living in a fairy tale.
The most unusual fairy tale that involved a little Star Trek and a strange bit of palm tingling.
Star Trek Why? This wasn’t a garden in the Virginia town I grew up in. No, I volunteered to be an Interstellar Bride and traveled light years across the galaxy to meet him, my one true match. My mate. My Marked Mate. I ran my fingers over my palm where my birthmark—no, my mark—pulsed and almost burned in reminder that he was near.
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