Free Sons of Lyra: Fight For Love by Felicity Heaton Page B

him and ensure
he was alright. She waited a few minutes and then walked through
the ship, went up three levels, and walked out into the lush green
of the deck. She loved it up here, with the flowers, grass and
trees. They were all for research and to keep the air clean, but
they were still beautiful. There wasn’t this much green on all her
home world.

    He wasn’t hard to find.
She figured out which direction the Lyra system was in and found
him sitting there, staring out of the window towards his home. She
kept her distance so she didn’t disturb him. She just wanted to
check that he was alright and then she’d leave him alone. Why did
he always stare towards home? Did he miss his planet and his
family?

    He touched his shoulder a
few times, rolling it back occasionally. It was bothering him. If
he’d stayed in sickbay a few moments more, she would have given him
some medication for it and healed the skin. She hadn’t wanted to
push him though. The moment she’d met him, the first time he’d been
placed on her inspection table, she’d realised that he was
sensitive about his arm. He resented it somehow. She couldn’t
figure out why. Surely it was better than having no arm at all? He
would have been discharged from the imperial army if that had
happened. His family had paid dearly to have him patched up so he
could continue with the squad.

    A crackling noise came
from the metallic grey communicator band around her wrist and she
placed her hand over it to stifle the noise so he wouldn’t hear.
She frowned out of the window when she saw a ship approaching. It
was a Lyran fighter. A glance at Remi revealed that he hadn’t
noticed it. He was too lost in his thoughts.

    She wished she could do
something to make him feel better about his arm and being here. She
wasn’t blind. He hated it when she called him by his title, but it
really wasn’t her place to call him by his real name, no matter how
many times he insisted. It was unfair on him though. She called the
others by their names—Jericho, Alessandro, Pietr, Ambra. The
difference was, calling them by their names wouldn’t get her
discharged. To everyone on the ship, including his superiors, he
was Lyra IV.

    The doors to her right
opened and a tall man entered, his build broad and muscular, and
his dark blue flight suit stretched incredibly tight over his body
like a second skin. He smiled, winked and nodded at her as he
passed.

    She blushed at the knowing
edge to that smile. He wasn’t flirting. He’d been telling her that
he knew what she was up to—watching Remi.

    She shrank back behind a
tree and continued to watch him, as she always would.

    The man approached him and
the moment Remi turned to see who it was, he was on his feet. She
was surprised when Remi hugged the man. There was an exchange of
very manly back patting and then they broke apart. Now that they
were standing together, she could see the similarities between
them, although the newcomer was taller than Remi. They shared black
hair and charming good looks, and bodies to die for.

    The newcomer was one of
his brothers. She looked at the window, replaying the sight of the
fighter ship coming into dock. Was it Captain Lyra II or Captain
Lyra III? She’d never met either of them, so she couldn’t tell, and
they all looked so similar—handsome, sinful and strong. She looked
back at the men. Remi gave a sour gesture to his arm and then
laughed when his brother said something. It was nice to see him
smiling again.

    She ducked behind the
tree, breathing hard and desperate for Remi not to see her as they
walked in her direction. They went past and Remi walked through the
door. His brother said something and then turned back. Remi
disappeared as the door closed.

    She gasped when she
realised the man was coming back to her. He caught her arm as she
tried to dive out the other side of the bush and held her tight,
pulling her back towards him.

    “ Are you in the
habit of spying on my brother?”