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A Healing Caress

Brenawyn has lived life with one goal, survival. When Tracker of the Sector Guard lands on her planet she tries to buy herself some time at his expense and ends up with him and travelling to the Citadel.

Training and teaching for four years, no one is more surprised than Bren when Tracker comes in, his body desperately needing her attention.

After the healing he gives her another option, instead of languishing at the Citadel she can join him at Teklan base.

She keeps him in suspense for the entire nine seconds that it takes her to make up her mind, and then they simply have to negotiate for her freedom. Easy.

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A Healing Caress

Copyright © 2012 Viola Grace

ISBN: 978-1-77111-126-3

Cover art by Martine Jardin

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A Healing Caress

Tales of the Citadel - Book 3

By

Viola Grace

Chapter One

Bren tried to make herself as small as possible while she eyed her mark. “I think I can get it.”

Therin looked at her speculatively. “Are you sure you want to try it? We can find something else for you to do.”

His hand caressed her shoulder and she quickly shook it off. “I can do this. Don’t worry about it.”

The mark in question was one of the new Sector Guardsmen and he had a pouch that had to contain something of value. Bren just needed to get his attention and remove that pouch.

Therin had been threatening to sell her to a brothel and if she wasn’t able to maintain her keep, she wouldn’t be able to stop him from breaking her in. With her family long gone, Therin was the only caretaker she had and despite her past triumphs, her maturing body was becoming more of a hindrance than a help. She could work well as a distraction for others, but the local constables knew her face by now and it was no longer easy for her to work in the shadows.

If she managed to score, she might be able to buy herself a little more time before the family kicked her out. Life after that would depend on her ability to survive on her own.

She fluffed out her hair and walked past the Guardsman’s table. She smiled at him and he inclined his head politely. She got a cup of tea from the server and walked back across the room just in time for Therin to bump her into the Guardsman and she ended up in his lap. His arm was around her waist and he looked as surprised as she was.

“Oh dear. I am so sorry about that. Did I spill any tea on you?” She tried to struggle to her feet, but he held her.

“No. Are you all right?” His concern was touching.

“I am fine. Just a little jostled. Where did that guy go anyway?” She looked around for Therin, but he was long gone.

“He left and is two blocks away. He was moving at a pretty good clip.”

Her hand on his pouch tightened. “How could you possibly know that?”

“All Guardsmen have talents, sweetling. Tracking is mine.”

She swallowed and smiled. “Good to know. Have a good afternoon, sir.”

He helped her to his feet and returned to his tea and the information he was reading on his data pad.

She walked slowly out of the shop and the moment she was clear, she ran for it. If he could track her, she had to get somewhere neutral where she could examine his pouch before she continued her flight.

The animal pens near the spaceport were just the place she needed to be. If he was tracking her by scent, the smell might throw him off and if it were by aura, the amount of bodies there would also add cover.

Sitting in a corner surrounded by small marsupials, she opened the pouch. A small communicator fell out and as she shook the pouch again to see if there was anything that she was missing. “Damn it!”

Her life with the family had just come to a screeching halt.

Tears welled in her eyes and to her surprise one of the creatures brought her its child. The baby was small and weak and despite Bren’s depression, she couldn’t help but reach out to take the little one.

She stroked the small body slowly and let her energy run along its fur. As she began to synchronize her strokes to the tiny heartbeat, the beat increased. She healed the small body and the creature immediately turned and screamed for its mother.

Smiling at the return to the living for the little one, Bren handed her back to her mother. The marsupial chattered and hugged its little one as it scampered off to feed.

“You are good with animals.”

She stifled her scream as the Guardsman stood at the edge of the animal pen. He had a smile on his grey features, the expression giving him a more fearsome countenance.

“How did you find me?”

“I told you, I am a tracker. In fact, Tracker is my call sign. What were you looking for when you stole that pouch?” His words were soft and controlled. There was no anger, merely curiosity.

It took her a while, but she eventually blurted out, “Something worth money. I need it to stay in the family and out of the brothels.”

He blinked at her and tilted his head. His black hair slithered over his shoulder and across the chest whose width was enhanced by the pattern embossed in the bodysuit. His boots were Masuo, she could tell by the faithful fit. That alone showed that he had money, as well as the tailored suit.

“Could you give me enough money to pay off the family?”

He tilted his head the other way. “That is only a temporary solution. I can offer you a more permanent fix.”

She was immediately wary. “What kind of situation do you have in mind?”

His chuckle was rich and she found herself watching him to see if the column of his throat would contract in that fascinating way again.

“I can offer you a position in the Citadel. They will train you to use that healing talent you just used and they will keep you away from those who will try and use you in ways that make you uncomfortable.”

Hope flared in her. “I can’t pay you anything.”

“There is no pay needed. The Citadel will clothe, feed and shelter you and your talent will earn the money back after you have been trained. You will work for your keep but never have to do anything that you don’t wish to. Your body will be your own.”

She slowly got to her feet. “When can we go?”

He grinned. “I am on leave and I have a shuttle. We can leave right now.”

She walked around the animals and climbed out the same way she had gotten in. “Good, I think that Therin will be looking for me soon.”

She walked up to Tracker and handed him the communicator and his pouch. “I am sorry that I took it.”

“I understand your motivation, better than you can imagine. Now, let’s get you somewhere where you won’t have to worry about brothels or Therin.” He smiled and returned the pouch to his waist, slipping the communicator inside.

He walked with her at his side through the animal pens and toward the shuttle pads. Tracker nodded to the constables that they passed and while the men glared at Bren, they gave him the respect due his station.

A male stepped in front of him and the badges on his uniform denoted an emigration officer.

“I am sorry, Guardsman, but you can’t take one of our citizens off world without documentation.” The emigration official was on the final approach to the ships and he looked less than impressed with Tracker.

“I have authorization to arrest any person for any crime I see fit. It is within my purview. This young woman attempted to pick my pocket and in the process, she was privy to certain confidential details that will have to be dealt with by a minder.” He caught Bren with one hand on her arm and it was not a friendly hand.

The emigration official looked at his posture and read something in his face that Bren could not see. “On your way then, sir. The less of this street trash left here the better.”

Bren wanted to retort, but Tracker hauled her along past the official and he let them go.

Tracker continued his determined stride until they were actually inside the shuttle and he sealed it before he released her. “I apologize, but he wasn’t going to let you pass. Therin was on his way.”

She froze in surprise. “How do you know that?”

“I am a Tracker. Once I attach to a target, I keep it on my sensory web.” He gestured to the navigator station. “Please have a seat. We will get under way as soon as we can get clearance.”

Bren quickly strapped in and waited, facing the most technology she had ever seen. Everything was so shiny and bright. The ship was as new as the section of the Alliance that had spawned it.

The Sector Guard had been in operation less than two years, but already, they had saved lives that numbered in the billions. Entire planets had benefited from their existence and a few species even had collector items based around their own Guardsman.

Bren had seen the figures and holograms in the local markets as well as with younger travellers who were passing through. “Where is your partner?”

Tracker’s voice was a little surprised. “I don’t have one. Why?”

“I thought all of the Guardsmen were in teams.”

“No. Not yet. We all find our partners when the time is right.” Tracker’s voice was amused. He slid into the pilot’s seat and arranged for clearance.

“Oh.”

“Don’t worry. It is a common question.”

The magnetic lifts gripped the shuttle and moved them into the launch area. Bren couldn’t believe it. She was actually going to fly through space.

Her entire life she had been grounded on Gwellen and now, she was going to join an organization respected throughout the Alliance. It was either that or Tracker was lying to her, but she wasn’t sure that he was. He seemed genuinely impressed with her talent with animals and she was eager to escape the future that loomed ahead of her. Anything was better than Therin and the brothels.

Chapter Two

Four years later…

Healer Brenawyn worked with her patient, stroking the soft skin until the body’s harmonies took on an even pulse. She looked up at the worried face next to her and smiled. “She will be fine. A healthy girl.”

“Thank you, Healer Bren. I wasn’t sure who to call at this time of night. The other healers don’t like to come out here before dawn.”

“It is my pleasure, Heva. Every farmer deserves a little peace of mind.” Bren got to her feet and wiped her hands on a towel that the farmer held out. “She is a fine calf. Her mother did a wonderful job.”

“She’s a good cow, but we may have lost them both if you hadn’t come when I called.”

Bren grinned and then yawned. “I enjoy it. I really do.”

Heva chuckled. “Let’s get you washed up, a cup of tea in you and then back to the Citadel with you.”

Bren sleepily followed along after one last look at her patient and her newborn. The soft smile stayed on her lips through morning tea and the trip back to the Citadel. As she yawned again, she checked her chronometer. If she were quick, she would be able to take a shower and get into her instructor robes instead of her current clothing choice. The leathers were functional when she was dealing with animals, but they were not appropriate clothing for an instructor.

No one was stirring yet, but the nocturnal staff was looking a little worse for wear. Bren waved at the kitchen staff as she swung through for a bit of breakfast or dinner, depending on your point of view. Munching on the sandwich she had slapped together, she returned to her rooms and peeled off her blood-smeared clothing.

As she luxuriated under the hot water pouring out of her fixtures, she thought back to her early beginnings. It seemed every time she delivered a new life, it made her more introspective about her own.

She remembered her parents. They had been Trinial settlers who had tried to start a new life on Gwellen. Eight years after Brenawyn entered the world, her parents left it during a fever outbreak. She had been alone in an empty house when Therin found her.

He had been scavenging during the plague and when she tried to defend her property against invasion, he had been amused. He hauled her struggling and screaming to the family and they had taken her in.

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