Gracie's Touch Zion Warriors 1 (30 page)

Kordon cursed out loud. “I will track that bastard to the ends of the universe and gut him for what he has done.”

Rorrak shook his head again. “Let’s just concentrate on getting your mate back. Tell me everything you can about her and what happened in the council chambers back on Paulus. I know Krac as well as anyone can. I might be able to figure out what in the hell he is up to if I know everything.”

Kordon relayed everything he knew from the moment he first heard Gracie’s voice to her disappearance earlier. By the time he finished, they were on the
Conqueror
. Bran and Cooraan met them in the landing bay.

“You’re little mate seems to have a knack for attracting trouble.” Bran said as a way of greeting.

Kordon nodded solemnly. “She calls it Murphy.” Kordon responded.

He remembered listening to her talk about someone named Murphy. When she whispered his name in her sleep he felt a wave of jealousy swept through him. He remembered her laughing up at him and kissing him deeply before explaining who Murphy was and what his law was. Kordon pointed out it was Murphy who technically introduced them so he couldn’t be too bad.

“I think I may know where Krac is planning to take your mate.” Rorrak said quietly.

Kordon’s head jerked up at his brother’s quiet statement. “Where?” He asked harshly.

“You said your mate was stranded on a deserted moon for three years, didn’t you?” Rorrak asked.

Kordon nodded frowning. “Yes, why?”

“Krac has an unusual sense of humor for being a bastard. If he didn’t plan on killing her that means he is going to want you to find her. He would know about her history as well. He would know she knows how to survive on the moon.”

Bazteen nodded. “So, he would take her somewhere she is familiar with and knows how to survive until Kordon can get her.”

Rorrak nodded. Bran looked at each of the men with him before barking out a command. “Let’s go get your mate back.”

Gracie woke slowly. Her mouth felt dry and stuffy from whatever the man used to knock her out. She realized she was in a sleek transport of some type. She moved to sit up jerking when she felt one of her wrists chained to a metal bar. Gracie swung her feet over the side of the small bunk. It was like the one in the transport Saffron had.

Gracie pushed her hair out of her eyes with her free hand before letting in fall to her rounded belly.
She felt a small flutter inside almost like butterflies. Her breath caught for a moment before she slowly let it
out. Her baby was okay. Gracie looked around the small area. There wasn’t much to see. There were some storage compartments, a small door off to the one side,
and
a small set of
steps
leading both up and down from a dark hole in the floor towards the back. Towards the front, there was a narrow corridor and a viewport showing nothing but dark space. Gracie star
t
ed when a figure suddenly filled the corridor.

“You are awake.” Krac said smoothly. He walked forward and pressed a panel in the wall and pulled out a small bottle.

He walked back to Gracie and held the bottle out to her. “Drink it. You will be dehydrated from the
sedative.”

Gracie took the bottle gingerly and sniffed the contents suspiciously. “You didn’t poison this or anything did you?” Gracie asked looking up at Krac.

Krac stared down into Gracie’s dark green eyes and chuckled. “No. I figured if I wanted to kill you I could have done that before you woke up.”

Gracie blushed. “Yeah, I guess you could have done that. I guess that wasn’t the smartest question to ask.” Gracie said huskily before taking a deep drink.

“So…” Gracie began after wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. “…can you tell
why you took me?”

Krac’s eyebrow rose at Gracie’s calm question. He was expecting the typical hysterical crying, followed by annoying whining, before more hysterical crying. She just sat there looking at him quietly and waited.

He leaned back across from her and studied her for a moment. “You are different than I expected, Gracie Jones.” Krac said with a frown.

“Why is that?” Gracie asked raising her own eyebrow at him.

“Most humans, much less women, would be reacting differently right about now.” Krac replied with a slight smile curving one side of his mouth. That drew another frown from him. He never smiled.

“Oh.” Gracie responded continuing to look at the huge, dark silver man in front of her. “How should I be reacting?” Gracie asked puzzled.

Krac let out a small chuckle. “You know, screaming, crying, and whining. That’s the typical response for females and all Earthlings.”

Gracie chuckled and shook her head. “I don’t know what females you’ve been meeting or Earthlings, for that matter. Since none of that would help it is pointless to do it. You still haven’t answered my first question. Why did you take me?”

“Because someone paid me a lot of credits for you.” Krac replied.

Gracie stared at Krac for a long moment before she shook her head again. “No…” She began softly. “…there is another reason. You need me for something. I don’t know what or why. But, you need me.”

Krac jerked up to tower over Gracie a deep scowl on his face. “Who are you? Are you really a human? I know there are some species with telepathic powers but I am guarded against them. How do you know t
his?”

Gracie sat as far back as she could. “I’m Gracie Jones. Yes, I am as human as they come and no, I do not have telepathic powers. I just guessed it. I just get the feeling something else is going on.” Gracie said quietly putting a protective hand over her belly.

Krac noticed her retreat. Kneeling down, he looked into her eyes again. “I am taking you to the moon you were stranded on. I won’t hurt you but there will be others there who want you. I will do everything I can to keep you safe until your mate comes for you but you will do everything I say, when I say, and how I say. Do you understand, Gracie Jones?”

“Jeke.” Gracie nodded. “It’s Gracie Jones-Jeke. I understand.”

Krac felt that
unfamiliar
twist to his lips again. “Very good, Gracie Jones-Jeke.
We will be on the moon in approximately eight hours. I am expecting a…welcoming committee.
”

Gracie looked at Krac and nodded. “Can I ask you something?”

Krac raised his eyebrow again. “What?”

“Can you release me? I really need to go to the bathroom. Ever since the baby started getting bigger I have to go frequently.” Gracie practically begged as the water she drank combined with the baby moving seemed to suddenly make her have to go bad.

Krac couldn’t contain the chuckle that burst from his lips. He leaned forward and unlocked the chain around Gracie’s wrist and pointed to the small door. He barely had time to step back before she pushed past him and quickly opened the door with a loud sigh of relief. Krac laughed again at her loud sigh behind the closed door. Shaking his head, he decided he would do everything in his power to make sure the strange, delicate human called Gracie Jones-Jeke was keep safe.

Kordon glanced
down at the report. The new modifications to the scanners and engines done by Bran and Cooraan to the
Conqueror
gave them an advantage as they approached the moon where Rorrak felt confident Gracie had been taken. Rorrak’s sources reported Proctor was aboard one of the ships orbiting the moon.

Kordon glanced up as his father and brothers entered the conference room along with Bran and Cooraan. His other two brothers were dressed ready for battle. Malik and Ty were as tall as him and Rorrak but they had their father’s dark
er colored skin and dark eyes.

“My sources say Proctor has purchased a rather large mercenary guard. There are four ships. Proctor is on the largest. If possible, we need to take him alive. There is more than just him. Someone is financing his rise to power and we need to find out who it is. He is not smart enough to have masterminded the assassination attempts against the royal family. He is merely the figure head. It is his own greed at wanting to use Gracie that is his downfall.” Rorrak said as soon as everyone else was seated. “I’ve been working with the Earth government for the past two years on this.
Proctor is working on his own on this.
”

Kordon sat forward. “I don’t give a damn about him. I want Gracie back safe and sound. I will kill anyone who thinks to use her.” Kordon growled out coldly at his brother.

Rorrak grimaced at the icy tone. He was about to respond when a message came through to Bran. He responded quietly before turning to the group.

“Several shuttles have disembarked from the ships. Three large troop transports and one smaller one. They are headed for the moon.” Bran said quietly. “I’ve requested a squadron of fighters to launch, as well as, eight large troop transports. We will come in on the far side of the moon and proceed to the coordinates we’ve locked onto. It is time to move.”

All the men rose and moved towards the exit. Rorrak paused and placed a hand on Kordon’s arm briefly stopping him. Kordon gave his brother a dark look.

“We’ll get her back. I had no idea until it was too late she would be used.” Rorrak said softly. “I want you to know I’m sorry.”

Kordon nodded briefly before moving ahead of Rorrak.
Expressing regret
would never be enough if anything happened to Gracie. Kordon would kill every one of
the
bastards responsible for not only taking Gracie but for using her as bait if Gracie was harmed
…e
ven if
one of those responsible
was his own brother.

Gracie pushed her hair back from her damp forehead. They had been walking for what seemed lik
e ever through the dense forest
. Gracie wasn’t as familiar with the area they landed in since it was on the outer edge of where she had explored when she lived on the moon. Gracie realized
one thing very quickly; though,
s
he did not miss the moon at all.

She didn’t say anything as they moved through th
e forest.
After her request to go to the bathroom, Krac didn’t bother with chaining her back up. She didn’t know who was more surprise, her or him, when she asked him what she should call him and he told her his name. She could tell he didn’t plan on telling her his real name but it just kind-of slipped out. After that, she discovered he wasn’t such a bad guy.

Krac looked back over his shoulder at the tiny, rounded figure following him quietly. He couldn’t suppress his surprise or his respect for her
. She never complained
or ask
ed
him a lot of questions which actually made him more curious about her.

“Is it true you are the Gracie Jones from Earth history? The one who
is called the Mother of Freedom?” Krac asked quietly.

Gracie shrugged her slim shoulders. “I don’t know about the Mother of Freedom but I am the Gracie Jones from over eight hundred years ago.” Gracie replied just as quietly.

“How did you end up here?” Krac stopped to look down on Gracie with a frown.