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to her, but couldn't. It was his fault she was attacked and he had to fix it. Maybe he'd be able to convince his father and he could see if her friend still lived. He couldn't let her be killed. No matter who she was.
     
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    "The girl had curly blonde hair. I was unsure at first, because her powers radiate from her, but once she removed her cloak, I knew instantly that she was a half-breed." The young male smiled. "She's his Lamira."
    Jacrar grinned when he heard the news. He'd taken care of one female his son cared for but this one would be so much better. It was his son's Lamira, the supposed one that they were meant to be with.
    "You're certain of what you saw?"
    "Yes, sir. The glow was obvious and I know your son saw it too. There's no doubt that this girl is his Lamira. He started to follow her but stopped." The young Jatron in front of him may be confident, but Jacrar knew there was something more.
    "What else?"
    "He received a call and then I felt him check his surroundings. I think he knew I was there."
    He itched to punch the Jatron for his incompetence. That would have to wait. He still needed the boy to watch Ryder, especially once he found out about this new female's death.
    "I've already sent a few Antikas to capture her and the female she lives with. It won't be long and I'll hear from them. You can leave now and keep a close eye on Ryder. There's no telling what he'll do, and I can't risk missing the opportunity." If his son broke the laws then Jacrar could make an example out of him. No one would want to go up against a Commander who's willing to kill his own son to uphold the laws.
    The Elders would be pleased with his dedication to their planet.
    His com beeped. This was it. He pressed the clip located in his ear. "What do you have?"
    Silence.
    "You better have some good news to tell me." The silence lasted too long and he almost thought the connection was lost before his top Antika finally spoke.
    "We got one but the other took down the other men after I left with her friend. She shouldn't have had a weapon. We need another Jatron to hunt her down." The male's voice was shaky.
    It should have been , because he wasn't going to be able to stand for a week after this loss. "I don't have another Jatron to spare."
    Then it hit him. What better way to have his son break the laws than to send him after his own Lamira. "What color is the female's hair that you did capture?"
    "It's short and brown."
    Perfect. "She's not the one. Bring her anyways. I have a Jatron to go after the other female."
    Now it was time to call his son and put him back to work. This time Ryder would get the kind of job he'd been asking for. A chance to capture a half-breed who just happened to be his Lamira and the cause of his future death.
     
     
    Chapter Three
    Two Days Later
     
     
    Crouched in the shadows, Anara shifted and her back popped in four different places. Her hips ached from her motionless state for the last hour. She rubbed her hands together and managed only to hold her burning and watery eyes open through pure will and determination.
    The raggedy clothes that barely covered her body didn't prevent shards of ice from penetrating her skin again and again. She reached up to rub her numbed nose and shivered from the feel of her icy fingers. The cold night air of their planet was relentless.
    Beep. Anara jerked her attention up above her to the cause of the sound. The electronic alarm system flew over in a search for intruders. The low hum from the POD should've alerted her of its presence. Maybe it would have if her mind hadn’t been on the blood she'd found at her home.
    Laili . After searching, Anara came up empty and she could only believe her friend had been killed. Someone was after Anara too, so she was forced to move her escape up.
    She froze and her heart pounded against her chest as she looked down at the bracelet. She never had the chance to test it and knew she would be done for if it didn't actually work.