mission over with quickly.”
Cir silently agreed, for the only thing to cure the sudden ache in his chest was having Daisy back in his arms.
Chapter Eight
Enduring a five-hour flight at high speed with a chattering Stacy, Daisy was ready to rip the woman's vocal cords out. Still, she sat there and mimicked what Stacy was best at doing when it came to her: refusing to acknowledge Daisy existed. The other women kept to themselves, huddled together, a fair amount of fear in their eyes. Who knew what these women had gone through since being abducted, sold and then rescued? She hoped at least they would find some peace of mind and security on Galafrax.
She sighed. A few weeks, away from her men. She’d focus on getting used to living on Galafrax. At least it gave her something to do during their absence.
Bex assured her they’d keep in regular contact and wanted updates of what she was doing, and how she was getting along.
Survival was the name of the game and, after surviving an alien abduction and a dangerous portal to get into the Hellios galaxy, then what was a little time away from the men who’d given her mind-blowing pleasure and stolen her heart, all in their own unique ways?
“What are you smiling about?”
Daisy blinked, glancing around to see who had spoken. Peta was glaring at her. Daisy shrugged. She didn’t want to bother even talking to them if they were only going to verbally attack, like they had done while they were locked up in the cages.
“To think I will have the choice of the wealthiest and most handsome men on Galafrax. Of course, as is their custom, I will have to make them prove they are better than the others to have me.”
At Stacy’s boast, Daisy was unable to hold in her snort and she quickly slapped her hand over her mouth. Oh, great…now twit numero uno glared at her.
“Uh, I’m so happy for you, Stacy. You deserve the best,” Daisy managed weakly.
“What do you mean by that? It’s not as if anyone will ever pay you any attention. Pale, fat cow.”
One thing for certain, Stacy was going to really fit in on this planet from what Daisy knew about Demos women. She sighed, holding in her retort and went back to staring out the small window, the stars passing so fast they looked like white streaks.
The fewer complications, the better.
Several hours later, they stood in a huge building called the Qui-Palace, according to their guard/escorts when Daisy had pressed them for information. There were four major cities on Galafrax, they explained, the major city ruled by the High Lords while the other three cities were governed by High Councillors under the watch of the High Lords.
At the grand entrance to the huge pyramid structure, they were greeted by some richly robed quads. From the gold and red embroidery down their black jackets, no doubt they were high up in the Demos food chain.
“Welcome, lovely Earth females. I am High Councillor Pot R’galas.”
Daisy’s lips quirked up. Man, she could have fun with that name. “These are my brothers: But, Myl and Lik R’galas.”
Daisy couldn’t help it any longer and, despite it feeling rather juvenile, she burst out laughing. Pot, Lik, Myl, But.
Oh, dear…
Wiping tears from her eyes and trying to recover from her hysterical laughter, she realised everyone was staring or glaring at her, especially the pompous looking set of quads.
“Sorry, carry on.” She waved her hand. “Don’t mind me.”
“We have given you all quarters and attendants to see to your every need while in our care. We hope you come to know and love Galafrax as much as we do, and consider it truly your home. There will be many parties held in your honour where we can introduce you to some of the most eligible quads on Galafrax.”
Yeah, well, that wasn’t happening. Daisy folded her arms, her humour gone. She watched Stacy and Peta preen.
“Will we get clothes, not just these rags?” Stacy spoke up.
“Of course, miss. The finest clothes