THE PSYPTERIAN ESCORT DETAIL
The NRV-Corrath Series, Book 3
She's never lost a principal. She's about to spend eighteen days guarding the one man who can feel exactly how much that costs her.
Zaiya Dorne is the best security specialist in the Accord's sphere, and she got there by being unreadable. Controlled. Impeccably invisible. Six years out of a marriage that taught her to leave her own body when anyone gets too close, she's decided she's fine—and she's very good at being decisive.
Then the assignment comes in: Escort a Psypterian head of state through eighteen days of contested space with an assassin already inside the wire. Pose as his lover. Share his quarters. Share his bed.
The problem isn't the cover. The problem is that Zriwe—the Resonant, an empath who feels every emotion in the room whether he wants to or not—knew the instant she walked in that she isn't fine at all. He won't say it. He won't use it. He'll just be, quietly, exactly what she needs, until she's telling him things she never planned to say.
And at close range, while they sleep, his gift does something neither of them expected. In the dreams, Zaiya is present. Unguarded. Herself. Everything she can't be when she's awake and someone is looking.
Awake, they're incompatible. Asleep, they're the most compatible thing she's ever been part of. And somewhere on this ship, someone is still waiting for the right moment to kill him.
She has one job: bring him through alive.
She didn't plan on wanting more than that.
The NRV-Corrath Series, Book 3
She's never lost a principal. She's about to spend eighteen days guarding the one man who can feel exactly how much that costs her.
Zaiya Dorne is the best security specialist in the Accord's sphere, and she got there by being unreadable. Controlled. Impeccably invisible. Six years out of a marriage that taught her to leave her own body when anyone gets too close, she's decided she's fine—and she's very good at being decisive.
Then the assignment comes in: Escort a Psypterian head of state through eighteen days of contested space with an assassin already inside the wire. Pose as his lover. Share his quarters. Share his bed.
The problem isn't the cover. The problem is that Zriwe—the Resonant, an empath who feels every emotion in the room whether he wants to or not—knew the instant she walked in that she isn't fine at all. He won't say it. He won't use it. He'll just be, quietly, exactly what she needs, until she's telling him things she never planned to say.
And at close range, while they sleep, his gift does something neither of them expected. In the dreams, Zaiya is present. Unguarded. Herself. Everything she can't be when she's awake and someone is looking.
Awake, they're incompatible. Asleep, they're the most compatible thing she's ever been part of. And somewhere on this ship, someone is still waiting for the right moment to kill him.
She has one job: bring him through alive.
She didn't plan on wanting more than that.