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for two weeks. He wondered what type of living conditions she had been in and had a

feeling they weren’t good.

“What have you been eating?” he asked after he served her more mac and cheese.

“There is a place of business down the street from my living quarters that has

ninety-nine-cent tacos. I’ve been getting my nourishment there.”

Ninety-nine-cent tacos? For two weeks? Jesus, she was probably malnourished,

and he wasn’t doing her any favors with the mac and cheese. When they met up with the

other Warriors, he would have Hudson whip up something nutritious for her.

He had to admit, he was a little concerned about the other Warriors with the FBI

poking around, but he was pretty certain that they would be okay and get the hell out of

dodge, which they were going to do anyway. The visit from the FBI just put their plan in

motion a little faster.

The plan was for everyone to meet up in the Fernley, Nevada silo. Noah had told

Talin and Cohen not to go back to the Phoenix silo. Abby had arranged for Talin and

Cohen to leave on a private jet that night as they had their contacts in, while Jovan would

be flying out the next day because he didn’t have any contacts. He couldn’t imagine

showing up at the Phoenix airport with his eyes glowing green; that wouldn’t go over too

well with the fine folks at TSA.

Jovan knew he had to take Liberty with him. Really, what choice did he have? He

couldn’t leave her; it would be like abandoning a child. He would get her to the silo in

Fernley, then put her in the care of someone else, and he could go back to his solitude. He

wondered what everyone would say when he showed up with an SR44 female.

And speaking of solitude, he realized he hadn’t heard any thoughts from her.

Nice.

He looked around the huge kitchen. Noah was always looking for new

investments for them, and apparently this was quite the score. Jovan imagined he had

picked it up after a foreclosure or something. The place was beautiful and would

definitely fall under the title of mansion.

Turning his attention back to Liberty, he watched her scoop up the mac and

cheese like it was the best meal she had ever had, and he couldn’t believe that he was

looking at an SR44 female. He wondered who she had been in servitude to, and what the

hell was going on that she was sent here with others. And there were others? What the

hell was that about? Where were they now? She had made it very clear that she only

wanted to tell the story one time, and he could understand that, especially if it was bad

news.

However, the curiosity was eating at him.

Chapter 8

The next morning, Jovan left Liberty at the house and found a mall where he

grabbed some jeans and t-shirts he thought would fit her, as well as some underwear. He

had no idea about bra sizes, so he thought he would leave that for later when she could be

around.

On the way back to the house, he also stopped at Subway and picked up a couple

of sandwiches. Checking the Hummer’s clock, he saw that their plane would be leaving

in about two hours.

He opened the front door, and made his way to the kitchen. He didn’t hear

anything in the house, and it felt empty. “Liberty?” he called.

No answer.

He made his way through the house, stopping in the Solarium and the upstairs

bedroom.

“Liberty?”

Worry raced through him, and he wondered if something had happened to her or if

she had left on her own accord. He quickly went back into the kitchen and was about to

head downstairs when he took a quick stop and looked out the window.

And he couldn’t move.

Liberty floated on her back in the pool, naked.

Her brown curls fanned out around her face where she wore a small smile and her

eyes were closed. The soft swells of her breasts gently swayed in the water while her

hands moved lazily as if they were keeping her in place. He let his eyes travel down to

her tiny waist and the slight flare of her hips. A small patch of curls sat at the top of her

sex, and he noticed that her toenails were painted a pink that was pretty close to the shade

of her SR44 form.

Holy. Shit.

He made an attempt to move his eyes away from her, but it seemed someone had

dipped them in a bit of super glue.

“You’re going to get fucking busted,” he mumbled to himself.

That little threat did nothing.

“You need to look away. Like now.”

Right.

All of a sudden, Liberty rolled over and pushed her butt up in the air, diving for

the bottom. Jovan was then able to turn around. He leaned against the counter and closed

his eyes.

For some reason, memories of the first time he had ever been with a human

woman came to him. It had been before his so-called gift had kicked in. Shortly after they

had landed in the late 1700s, he found himself in a saloon in Northern Montana in the late

afternoon. It had been the middle of winter, and the air was frigid. There were reports of a

serial killer in the small town, and the Six Saviors had gone to check it out.

As he walked along the back alley of the saloon looking for black ash the

Colonists left behind before, during, and after a kill, he had come across a male and

female. Jovan watched as their mouths passionately moved over each other, and then the

male lifted the female’s skirts. The male unbuttoned his pants, and Jovan watched him

free his hard shaft and push it toward the woman. She gasped, and they moaned in

pleasure, oblivious to the cold air. Jovan had felt his own cock grow hard, and he didn’t

understand why.

“You like what you see there, honey?”

Jovan spun around and met the blue eyes of a woman who worked in the saloon.

He didn’t answer.

“I’ll let you have me for two bucks.”

He turned again to watch the couple down the alley. The man looked as though he

had just struck gold, and Jovan knew he was missing out on something big.

“Okay.”

She led him up to a small room above the saloon. Jovan watched it awe as she

removed her dress and underskirts, revealing skin that shined in the lamplight, full breasts

with bubble-gum-pink tips, a small waist, and rounded hips.

She lay down on the bed and looked at him expectantly.

“Well, come on, honey, I ain’t got all afternoon for you to stand there and look at

me. If you want some of this,” she took a breast in each hand and pinched the nipple,

“then you best get movin’ on.”

Jovan undressed, and the woman smiled. “I may actually enjoy this,” she said,

and Jovan wondered why she wouldn’t. The woman out back looked like she had.

He went to her, his cock a bar of steel. As he crawled on the bed, she asked, “You

like it on top or do you want me up there?”

Being an SR44 male, he tended to be a little dominant, but he knew he was in new

territory here. On SR44, joining with a female consisted of both smoky forms coming

together and swirling through each other. He had a feeling this was going to be very

different than that. And besides, getting used to his large human body was taking time,

and every day he was finding out new things and functions it performed. Like now. He

thought it best to let the lady lead, because he had absolutely no idea what he was doing,

only that he wanted it done.

“You,” he said gruffly.

He lay on his back on the small bed, and the woman straddled him. He watched in

fascination as his shaft disappeared within her, and then the sensations took over.

An hour later, they lay side-by-side, the flicker of light from the lantern casting

shadows over the small room. She turned and gave him a sad smile.

“I don’t know your name, honey, and I don’t need to. But I do know that you’re

welcome back here anytime.”

He smiled back. “Thank you, ma’am.”

He left, giving her five dollars.

Months later, he would realize that he didn’t have to pay for the incredible

experience, and there were women who were more than happy to give it to him for free.

And from that point on, he’d taken it when offered.

Opening his eyes, he looked out the window again and saw that the pool was

empty. Then he heard footsteps coming up the stairs. Glancing toward the stairwell, his

gaze was met by Liberty’s. She stood there naked.

“Warrior!” she said with a smile, as if sauntering into a kitchen buck-naked and

dripping wet was something she did every day. “I did not hear you enter.”

He stared at her for a beat, then forced his eyes to the floor, certain his erection

was going to pop right through the zipper in his jeans, but he wasn’t sure if it was because

of Liberty or his memories.

Forcing himself to turn around, he said, “Liberty, please take the clothes in the

bag and go put them on.”

There was a beat of silence, and he heard the bag crinkle as she took it in her

hands.

“Have I offended you, Sir Jovan?”

Offended him? No. Jacked him up? Maybe. It was either her or the memory.

“No, Liberty,” he said in a quiet voice. “No. You just can’t run around naked here.

I know you don’t like clothes, but you need to wear them.”

There was silence for a minute, and then she said, “But I am in my natural form as

I would be on SR44.”

“I know. But you need to cover your natural form on Earth.”

“Very well, Sir Jovan.”

He listened as she padded down the stairs, and let out a long, slow breath. Liberty

was going to have to learn a few human rules and customs if she was going to make it.

Chapter 9

Liberty slipped on the jeans and t-shirt, aware that she had made a mistake. She

thought that since she was with an SR44 male, things would be like they were back home

where there were none of these cumbersome fabrics. There was nothing obscene or rude

about their smoky forms, but perhaps he found her human form unworthy to gaze upon,

and she felt tears sting her eyes.

She knew she would never return to SR44, and she didn’t know how she was

going to integrate herself into this society being so terribly different. She was well aware

that she talked differently than humans, even though she had learned the language, not to

mention the fact that her eyes glowed when the sun set. Her whole thinking process was

so contrary to those of who inhabited Earth.

Running her fingers through her hair, hoping to calm the curls a bit, she willed

herself to remain strong. She was safe now, and she had to remember that. She slipped on

her black flats and made her way back up the stairs.

“We need to leave in about thirty minutes for the airport,” Jovan said when she

emerged at the top of the stairs.

He sat at the small kitchen table where there was a light brown torpedo in front of

him and one on the table across from him. Her stomach growled. Over the weeks, she had

learned this indicated hunger.

Stepping over to the table, she bowed her head and looked at the floor. “If I may

join you, Warrior, for this meal.”

There was a beat of silence as she waited for permission.

“Liberty, look at me.”

She met his gaze.

“We are equals. There is no difference between you and me. I know it’s going to

take some time, but please really try to curb this servitude bullshit, and I mean this in the

least offensive way, but it’s really starting to get on my nerves, okay?”

“But, sir—”

“No, Liberty. If I have to command you to stop calling me sir, Warrior, or

anything else besides Jovan, I will.”

Yes, this life on Earth was going to take much getting used to.

“Very well, Jovan.”

She sat down and picked up the brown torpedo, wondering what it was. It

certainly wasn’t a taco, and it didn’t look as delicious as macaroni and cheese either.

“It’s a sandwich,” Jovan said with his mouth full. “Turkey. It’s good. You’ll like

it.”

She took a bite and chewed slowly, letting the flavors settle in her mouth. “Yes,”

she said after a moment, “you’re correct. This does satisfy my hunger. ”

They ate in silence for a bit. “We need to get moving,” Jovan said. “We’re going

to catch a plane to a safe place. The flight isn’t that long, and when we get there, you can

tell us your story.”

“And is this ‘us’ you refer to the rest of the Six Saviors?”

“Yes.”

She nodded. She had seen the planes in the sky, and the thought of getting on one

made her sandwich want to make a reappearance, not to mention the thought of meeting

all the Saviors in one room. To the people of SR44, their existence had been elevated to

almost god-like proportions.

Dabbing her mouth with a paper napkin, she nodded. “I must confess, Jovan, the

thought of flying does not sit well with me.”

He stared at her for a beat. “You’re afraid of flying?” he asked incredulously.

“Truthfully, the technology that humans use to fly does not look safe.”

Jovan threw his head back and laughed, and she liked the sound of it. It was deep

and throaty, and she couldn’t help but giggle as well.

“We’ll be fine, Liberty,” he said, wiping his eyes.

She wanted to believe him, but she was definitely having a hard time doing so.

Chapter 10

Jovan drove to the area where the private planes board and was happy to see the