smile. She’d come a long way in the A.I. department and he knew she’d go even further. “Thanks, Abbi. I needed that.”
“Soon the rest of the universe will understand just how powerful the figiutatio are, Simon. It stands to reason that they believe you are all a myth.” She gave him a questioning look. “Are you well? Does your leg itch?”
Does my leg itch?
Simon let out a soft laugh as he realized that Abbi was referring to his hand moving under the desk. No. His leg didn’t itch. His cock ached to find relief in the solace of her body. Since that was physically impossible, Simon would have to settle for handling matters himself—just as he had to handle matters concerning the repopulation of his race by himself for so many years. That was until he’d finally reunited with several old friends.
The very fact that Simon and his associates were now ready to embark on a mission they’d spent nearly two hundred years organizing was ironic. The mission’s goal was to not only save their species, which was dying off at an alarming rate, but to save the human lineage as well. Ironically, they were saving the very thing that had tried to kill them off to begin with.
Over the centuries many of Earth’s survivors had mated with humanoids on other planets, thus thinning the amount of human blood in their lineage. Simon and his associates were happy to know that many humans had managed to blend in on whatever planet they happened to inhabit. However, there were those that didn’t assimilate as well into the other cultures. It was those, the ones with more human DNA, that the figiutatio had a better chance of mating with. For agents that held only a small amount of human DNA, their mates would be found in various places. Many would even end up with those Earth had once regarded as enemies. Now, so many centuries later, the fences needed to be mended and hopefully, the project would do just that. “Simon, do you wish me to close the viewing screen now?” Abbi asked, startling him.
He blinked and focused on the screen before him. “Umm, no, Abbi. Leave it open please.”
Simon couldn’t stop his tongue from flickering out and over his lower lip as he watched the sight before him. Bianca was one of the prisoners Simon had hand selected from the completely female population of inmates on Restigatio. Not all the prisoners in general population would do. One of his almost endless powers was that of foresight. Another was the ability to sense traces of human in someone. Still another was his ability to see into one’s heart. While these powers were not exclusively his, Simon did have a greater grasp on them than any other figiutatio he’d met to date. These were also the weakest of his gifts, which meant he was one hell of a powerful man. It was a fact he was not only aware of but one he wished he could change. It was part of the reason he’d lost the love of his life.
When the enemy wants to strike out and make the biggest impact, they strike out at the strongest leader they can find. Sometimes, they miss their target but end up doing more damage than they originally set out to.
Don’t visit the past now. It will only leave you hurting for months to come.
Not wanting to dwell on things that could not be changed, Simon focused on Bianca. She’d been convicted on minor gambling charges and sentenced to a life on Restigatio. Her home planet took debt seriously and Bianca had amassed enough of it to land her before the majesty. The moment she’d set foot on the planet, he’d sensed the minute bit of human blood in her. She was unaware of this, of course, and that was fine. She need not understand all the details of her family line. The only thing she needed to do was meet her soul mate and aid in the repopulation of humans.
Simon knew exactly who Bianca’s mate was and smiled at the irony of it all. She, like many of the women who had been selected for this mission, was destined for an important figurehead