Lamira sat up, the luxurious sheets falling away from her naked form. She slept so much more now that she was pregnant, and Zander didn’t mind if she spent half the morning dozing in his sleepdisk.
He sat working on his invasion plans, a hologram of his planet up and slowly rotating.
“My lord—” She could scarcely make her lips and tongue move, she’d been awakened from such a deep slumber by her knowing.
He swiveled and smiled, his eyes dropping to her swollen breasts, now pierced and adorned with his crystals.
“The being you seek is here in the pod.”
He lifted a quizzical brow. “I don’t understand.”
Zander hadn’t shared his takeover plans, but she’d gleaned enough through clairvoyance and observation.
“Do you seek someone with an army? Someone you can pay to wage a war?”
He nodded,
