The Challenge (50 page)

“Your father made the right choice, and so will she.”

Kahn didn’t want to think about Corban. Seeing him with Azrel rubbed him wrong. Although the love between them shined through their every glance and touch, Corban’s subservience to Azrel’s wishes irritated him.

He needed a distraction. At least the Federation Council had agreed to let the Challenge continue. The Endekians’ interruption would be dealt with through diplomatic channels. So if Tessa made the right choice, they could return to Rystan and help his people oust the Endekians. And Tessa would win the trading status for Earth.

Or she would choose wrong and die, be lost to him forever. His stomach rolled with nausea. He didn’t know the correct answer to the puzzle. Even if he’d wanted to help her, he couldn’t. And if he had to change places with her right now, he didn’t know what he’d do.

One burst of the stunner would kill Zar and allow her to complete the Challenge. Could the life of one creature be more important than millions of Terrans and Rystani whose lives would be enhanced by Federation membership?

Heart aching, head throbbing, Kahn stared at the screen.

THE TENTH HOUR arrived like all the others. Hot, sunny, a gentle breeze that mocked Tessa’s bad mood. Zar blocked the entrance like a beached whale. “You must either kill or be killed.”

“By whom?” she asked.

“Those are the rules.”

Exceedingly tired of games and rules, quests and challenges and puzzles that couldn’t be solved to her satisfaction, Tessa jerked the stunner from her side and stomped it into the sand and then kicked more sand over it. There was no point in shooting Zar when she had yet to find the second key. “I’m not killing you.”

“Temper tantrums will not get you what you want.” Zar’s placid tone pricked her already spiraling bad humor.

She bent down, dug through the sand and retrieved the stunner. “I kill only in self defense or to protect others. But damn it to hell, I will not kill an innocent being to win this Challenge.” Tessa ran toward the ocean and flung the stunner.

Spinning end over end, the weapon splashed into the sea where it could stay for the rest of eternity.

Tessa could accept failure. She could even accept death. If the Perceptive Ones had left machinery behind to kill her or if that was Zar’s task, she was ready.

“Do it.” She shouted at Zar. “Kill me now and be done.”

Nothing happened. Zar didn’t so much as blink. The sea didn’t rise up to swallow her. The sky didn’t shoot a lightning bolt at her. The sun beamed down, and the waves lapped at her feet.

She turned around to yell at Zar, but he had disappeared. In his place was the second key.

He’d given her a clue, but she hadn’t figured it out until now. Finding the second key had been a decision she’d made with her heart.

Joyful, humbled how long it had taken her to make the right decision, Tessa picked up the key, walked through the
bendar
archway, unlocked a double set of doors. She stepped inside a tiny room that reminded her of an elevator. The moment she entered, chimes rang and a hologram of the Perceptive Ones greeted her with psi warmth and smiles. “Congratulations. You have passed the initial stage of the Challenge. Enjoy the fullness of your life, knowing that you have succeeded.”

That was it?

After all the buildup, she’d expected fireworks, a marching band, a parade. Feeling silly and happy, she left the tiny room which must have been soundproofed. She’d never heard the boom of the shuttle, but when she exited the archway, Kahn was there. He swept her into his arms with a proud smile, and she realized that she didn’t need the parade or the fireworks or the marching band. She had everything she’d ever wanted. She had Kahn.

DURING A celebration feast on the starship, during which many toasts had been raised to one another over the dining table, Tessa was feeling especially mellow. She’d come to care for Shaloma and Miri as sisters she’d never had. Etru, Zical, Mogan, and Nasser accepted Tessa as Kahn’s wife. The Osarian was the best of friends, and their partnership would be one that lasted a lifetime. And Tessa couldn’t wait to see Kirek grow up—with his psi potential, he was headed for great things.

During the Challenge, Helera and Azrel had become friends, and Kahn had mellowed just a little toward his father’s marriage. All in all, she had no complaints, except that she really wanted some alone time with Kahn.

“Tessa.” Kahn lounged beside her, his hand on her shoulder. Ever since she’d returned, he couldn’t seem to stop touching her or grinning.

“Yes?” She exchanged a long, heated look that she hoped would tell him how much she wanted him.

“Tell us about this bet you made.”

Uh-oh
. She looked at Osari. He might not have been able to see her glance due to his blindness, but since he and Dora had been the only ones aware of her wager, one of them must have spilled the news.

Osari spoke up as if on cue. “When the Endekians attacked, Kahn wanted to know their motivation. I felt it necessary to share a few details. If I have revealed information that I should not have done, I apologize.”

“There’s no need to apologize. My wager put all of you in danger and for that I am sorry.”

“What wager?” Shaloma asked.

“At four hundred to one against me, I couldn’t resist the odds,” Tessa admitted.

“How many credits did you bet?” Kahn asked, the grin never leaving his face.

She sensed his approval and couldn’t wait to get him alone. “One million.”

“Stars!” Kahn rolled his eyes at the ceiling. “Woman, are you telling me that you’ve won four hundred million credits?”

“Yeah.”

“We’re rich!” Shaloma laughed.

“We can buy a fleet of spaceships to defend Rystan,” Kahn added.

“Uh . . . Um . . .” Tessa bit her lip and the room grew tense and silent. “We aren’t exactly rich.”

Kahn frowned. “What do you mean?”

“I instructed Osari and Dora that if I won they should spend the credits.”

Kahn’s lower jaw dropped. “You and Dora and Osari . . . spent . . . four hundred million . . . credits?”

“Yeah. At the time it seemed like a good idea, there was a bargain—”

“What did you buy?” Kahn approached her and took her hand, squeezing it gently.

“And if I didn’t make a bid—”

“What did you buy?”

“We would lose out.”

“Stars, woman. What did you spend four hundred million credits on?”

“A nice warm planet. With a great location—not too far from Osari’s world. Much like Earth before we polluted it. The planet has four blue oceans and snow near the poles. It’s rich in metals and natural fuels. I thought we could all go there and make up laws that pleased us.” Tessa took a deep breath.

“You bought a planet?” Kahn sputtered.

“Yeah. One where we don’t have to follow any laws except those of our making. Azrel and Corban can live the life they choose. And so can we. No one there will shun Osari or his people. We can start from scratch and . . .”

Kahn sighed. “My wife bought a planet.”

Zical chuckled. “Apparently, she’s quite the bargain hunter.”

“What about our people on Rystan?” Etru asked.

“Those who wish to join us will be offered transportation, but they’ll have to accept new ways. And those who want to stay behind will be free to do so,” Tessa replied.

Helera spoke up. “I can’t imagine anyone will want to stay on Rystan.”

“I think we should put Tessa in charge of the family finances,” Miri suggested. “I am happy to bring our son to this new world where he can thrive.” She nudged Etru.

He looked at Kahn who nodded. “I second the motion of putting Tessa in charge of finances. All in favor?”

There were lots of ayes.

“Any opposed?”

No one nixed the idea.

“And Dora?” Tessa spoke to her friend. “On our new world you will have all the rights of other sentient beings. You get to vote.”

“Do I get to have sex?”

Everyone laughed. Tessa squeezed Kahn’s hand. “Sure. All you have to do is figure out a way to make it work.”

Zical winked at Tessa. “That should keep her busy. Maybe she’ll stop ogling me when I work out.”

“I do not ogle.”

“Do, too.”

The conversation hummed around them with talk about the new world which had no name. She noted that Xander and Shaloma both seemed more mature now and that Etru and Corban got along quite well.

Finally, she and Kahn were alone in their quarters. All the things she wanted to say to him bubbled inside her, but talking could wait. She wanted to make love. They’d been separated for long enough that she didn’t want to spoil this reunion and new start of their lives together with words.

“Would you like me to dance for you?” she asked.

“No.”

“What do you mean? No?”

He laughed and opened his arms. “I can’t wait that long.”

“Me, neither.” She wound her arms around his neck, used her psi to turn her clothes transparent. “Kahn, I love you,” the words slipped out.

“I know.”

“That’s not very romantic.” She nipped his neck. “You’re supposed to say that you love me, too.”

“Woman, are you going to spend our entire marriage telling me what to say?”

She chuckled. “Only when necessary. And right now, I need to hear you say the words.”

“Words are so important to you?”

“Your words are that important to me.”

“Hmm.” His eyes glinted with his teasing. “That’s hard to believe when you heed them so infrequently.”

“I’ll do better,” she promised, her lips brushing his. “But I need the proper incentive.”

His psi merged with hers, telling her everything she needed to know. She felt his love over her, under her, inside her, deep in her heart. But when he spoke the words, “I love you, Tessa,” she knew she’d finally come home.

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