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Chapter 2

Iason Mink tossed and turned on his silk covered bed in a heated frenzy. His blonde hair flowing around him like a golden halo.

Red, angry flames danced all around him, caressing and licking his broken skin with its blistering heat as the raging inferno swallowed and destroyed everything in sight. Columns of steel and metal collapsed to the ground like wooden matchsticks. Azure eyes looked around the once ancient fortress, which was now an eradicating inferno before his eyes. The pain in his body had stilled to a dull ache and, even though fire raged around him, had become strangely numb. He didn’t know if it was because of the blood rapidly draining from his body or if it was the excruciating pain pulsating deeply inside his heart but he welcomed the sensations with open arms.

Either way, he had no regrets.

Because to have regrets, means you have not yet lived.

Iason moaned.

He had watched that dark silhouette walk further and further away from his fragmented body, attempting to drag along that pathetic, miserable excuse for a human being to safety. The same being who deserved to burn in this godforsaken place along with him for what he had done. At least he would have had company. But you, so pure, wanted to save his damaged soul. A soul that you had claimed responsibility for. That it was your fault that he ended up this way. Did you love him that much? Enough to save his life. His most hated enemy.

Iason’s eyebrows came together in confusion and pain. A fine sheen f sweat covered his body as if, the fire in his mind was raging right inside his own bedroom.

He closed his eyes at the irony of it all.

It has come to this. He would die alone. Just as it should be

The deafening roar of the fire drowned out the sound of approaching footsteps and the bright red glow covered the dark presence that was coming closer and closer with each agonizing step. And as if sensing something, he slowly opened his eyes and looked out into the surging flames. The black outline seemed to be drawing nearer to were he sat and out of all his pain, he couldn’t help but smile. A true smile. Maybe, it was death finally come to take him away. But as it came closer the shadow formed into something else. A human.

In delirium reduced sleep, Iason pushed his face further into the pillows and reached out to grab fistfuls of black silk in his strong hands, almost ripping the delicate fabric in his relenting grip

His eyes widened.

No, it couldn’t be… It was impossible…

As the shadow stepped into view, He gasped in recognition.

Why… Riki

Riki.

‘RIKI!!’

Blue eyes shot open and Iason bolted upright in bed. Sweat dripped from his forehead and naked chest. His breath was labored and shallow, as if he couldn’t get enough air into his lungs. He breathed deep and willed his rapidly beating heart to slow down but the stubborn organ refused to give in to his demands. He took a look around his familiar bedroom and managed to sit up properly, running a shaking hand through his long blonde hair. Two years. Two long fucking years and the memories still wouldn’t leave him alone. Still he haunted his dreams and every time, he would wake up as a sweating, trembling mess.

His mind may have accepted the fact long ago that his beloved was gone, but it seemed his heart hadn’t. The grip his memories had on him seemed relentless and unforgiving, torturing him with there never ending visions. The burning sensation caressing and licking his skin. The blazing heat rising with each passing second. His love, walking back into the fire to die beside him.

Except he hadn’t died that day.

Iason closed his tired eyes. ‘Riki is dead, Iason. His body was never recovered.’ Raoul’s sorrowful words resonated deeply within his formidable mind. It was only when he was alone did these memories and emotions plaque him. It was when he let his guard down did he let them take him over. But, for his state of mind, he tried to think of his beloved as he remembered him. Wild and untamed, just like Ceres itself. The look of those obsidian eyes glaring at him, directing his anger and hatred at him. The fire he saw in them was enough to heat his skin. Just like the fire he saw when they made love.

It didn’t just heat his skin; it burned him from the inside out. Made him feel…alive.

With a sigh, he ran a hand over his face he glanced at his bedside clock. 7:30. He swung his feet onto the floor and his broad form stood up, grabbing a thick, velvet red dressing gown which had been thrown to the floor due to his nightmarish fit. He padded over to his large mahogany wardrobe and opened the impressive doors. He pulled out a pair of white slacks and a long white and cream sleeve shirt. He opened a second compartment and found his baby blue sash and Tanagura dress coat neatly pressed and folded, thanks to his furniture, Dante. Iason ran his hand over the embroidery sewn over the left breast, the fine gold stitching looped together to form the Tanagura symbol of the Hsien- Ku lotus flower. A flower that was a very rare and blooms only on a full moon. It symbolized energy and longevity.

He was expecting Raoul to arrive within the hour to take him to the Tanagura Aerospace port to welcome home Ion Cassis. And as the leader of the entire syndicate, he was obligated to uphold the Blondie’s code of hospitality. Well, as much as a Blondie could to another Blondie anyway. Even if the Blondie was a bit of a drifter. Something Iason found curious and intriguing.

He entered the master bathroom and turned on the hot faucet of his spacious glass and marble shower. He took of his robe and hung it up on the clothes hook before stepping in, letting the hot water hit and sooth his body. Muscles clenched and unclenched as the soothing beads of hot water massaged him. He ducked his head under to wet his long mane of hair. He reached for his shampoo and squirted a good amount in his hand before lathering it and gently rubbed it through his hair, stroking the golden looks. Satisfied, he rinsed it out thoroughly and turned off the water.

He came out and moved across his bedroom with grace, drying his mane as he went. He dropped the towel to the ground, as well as the one around his lean hips and began to dress himself in his fine silks. Pulling the loose fitting white pants over hollow hips, he buttoned up the white and cream shirt that sculptured itself around his trimmed chest and abdomen. Finally sliding powerful arms into his syndicate jacket, he did up the gold clasps and finally he glided the blue sash over his head and rested it over his chest. He slipped on his ankle high white boots before standing up. Flipping his still damp hair over his shoulder, Iason began to slowly brush the blonde tangles out until it ran through his hands like fine wet silk.

Walking around the large King-size bed, Iason knelt down in front of his bedside table and opened the draw. He pulled out a silk blue handkerchief and placed it neatly in his jacket front pocket. With his ensemble was complete, Iason check himself in the mirror for a moment.

‘Well time to get to work.’ Iason said to himself when there was a soft knock at the door. ‘Master Iason? Sir Am is here.’ Dante said from behind the closed door. Iason took one last look in the mirror and appeased with his appearance, he nodded and opened the door, ignoring the streak of sadness that flashed momentarily in his eyes.

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‘Land Home.’

Heath yelled out from his station at the cockpit. The navigator leaned up and flicked a couple of flashing switches. The engine hummed to life and Heath smiled, feeling the power generator vibrate with vitality beneath his feet. He took the black steering wheel, maneuvering the large ship, ‘Cronos’ towards the red and white flashing signals where they would begin to make their descend into the planet of Amoi. The large vessel sat in suspension as it floating just above the glowing world.

‘Yeah, Yeah we hear ya.’ A handsome, green- haired man stepped through the small porthole and leant on the back of the mongrel’s chair, looking slightly annoyed.

Heath laughed, his hazel eyes lighting up ‘Sorry Seiren. I forgot you Amorians have sensitive hearing.’

Seiren snorted and glanced out at the bright planet of Amoi. Its luminous light and colour engulfing the darkness around it. As Seiren was from the planet Amoria, one of worlds in the Amoian regime, he was not unaware of what kind of life one lead on the pleasure planet of Amoi. Pets breed in labs for the sole purpose of pleasuring their keepers. Streets filled with sewer dwelling scum, scurrying the streets just to survive while the elites bathed in their undeserving wealth and power. To him, this world of Amoi was nothing more then unfamiliar territory. Even though his own world may have its strife and conflicts, it was in essences, a peaceful and calm place.

But Amoi was a planet with essence. A planet he couldn’t wait to study.

‘Thinking of your home again.’? Heath asked from his chair, his eyes still on the control panels. Breaking Seiren from his thoughts, the younger man sighed and waved the dark haired man’s concerns away.

‘Nah. I’m just wondering what fun I could have on this planet.’

‘There will be no ‘fun’ while were here. Understand.’ Both Seiren and Heath turned around and found Ion standing there, with Luca behind him. The Blondie’s massive frame took up most of the doorway and looked even more impressive with his long black overcoat and white body jumpsuit. Both men eyed the Blondie with suspicion before Ion grinned slyly. ‘Well not before lunch time anyway.’

Seiren and Heath smiled and high-fived each other ‘Oh yeah! It’s going to be drinking night tonight.’

‘Yes, Yes.’ Ion held up his hand to silence his two comrades. ‘But first we must establish a bit of understanding between us and the other Blondies. I don’t think they are going to take to kindly to a bunch of mongrels, an Amorian and a Faeier showing up on their doorstep. You don’t want to make this any more harder then it already is. Do you?'

Both men stayed silent, while Luca tried not to laugh behind her hand. Ion took their silence as a silent agreement. ‘Yes, I didn’t think so. So I hate to rain on your parade gentlemen but drinking night will just have to be put off for another day. Now we will be landing at Tanagura Aerospace port in little over an hour. So Seiren,’ Ion turned to the chocolate-eyed man. ‘Get down to the engine room and prepare for our descend.’

Seiren nodded and went to do the Blondie’s bidding. Ion then turned to Heath. ‘Heath, I leave the navigating to you. Take it in nice and slow. We don’t want to cause a scene on our first day. Do we?'

‘Nope.’ Heath grinned and once again took the reins of the ship. When Ion was satisfied he left the cockpit with Luca right behind him and they strode down the narrow steel corridor. A knowing smile never leaving Luca’s beautiful face.

‘I now that smile.’ Ion said without even turning around. ‘And I don’t like it.’

‘What smile? This is the face I always have.’ Luca shrugged her shapely shoulders in innocent gesture. The tall Blondie stopped abruptly and turned around, causing Luca to almost collide with his solid chest.

‘Luca.’ Ion arched a pale eyebrow.

‘What? You honestly say you were serious back there. About how you want to establish understanding between the Blondies. You want to wreak havoc just as much as those two.‘ Luca planted her hands on her hips. ‘Admit it. You can’t wait for the show to begin.’

Ion smiled. ‘I am a man with few pleasures in life. At least let me enjoy seeing the faces of those elites when they see you all walking down the ships ramp.’ It was then Ion’s smile faded and Luca took a step towards him.

‘And I know that look. Ion, you knew that if we returned to Amoi that it would eventually happen. That those two would meet again. It is uncertain whether it might trigger something in his memories but all we can hope for is that it doesn’t break him.’

‘I won’t let that happen. I have worked too long and too hard to turn back now. He’s stronger then we give him credit for.’ Azure eyes looked into deep forest green before turning around and walking away. Luca stood there and watched him leave.

‘Make sure Maddy and is prepared and ready to go. You as well.’ Was all Ion said. Luca nodded and was about to do as she was instructed before Ion’s soft voice reached her ears.

‘Riki’s wellbeing is my number one priority, Luca. Just as you all are. Never forget that.’ He turned the corner and was out of view. Luca stood there for a moment, as she stood alone in the narrow corridor, the same knowing smile slowly returned to her face. ‘Deny it all you want Ion. You can’t fool me.’ Luca said softly and turned to walk the other way, towards the medical room, whistling all the way there

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Ion ran a hand through his golden mane of hair as he strolled down the limited archway and found the doorway to the mess hall was open. He smiled and walked over. Peering in, he found a lone figure sitting at the long dinning table, a book in one hand and another on her swollen belly rubbing it absently as she read. Her long, red hair was hung up in a low braid. Its flaming red strands supported many coloured beads that, from her native homeland of Faeier, shined in the light. Her back was to him so he sighed and stepped inside the galley.

‘Aya.’ He said gently. The young woman turned her head towards him and smiled when she realised who it was.

‘Ion.’ She placed her book on the table and stood up. Ion glanced down at her large, rising belly as she placed a gentle hand on it and walked over to blonde-haired man. ‘What's the matter?'

‘We are about to descend into Amoi in a moment so make sure you are prepared and ready to go.’

‘Oh so that was the commotion Heath was making up on the cockpit.’ Aya said and picked up her open book before placing it in one of the compartments.

‘Yes. I am uncertain what will happen once we land. But I will personally make sure you are taken care of.’

The Faeier laughed, her beaded braid swinging lightly behind her back.’ I am a big girl Ion. There’s no need to worry.'

‘I worry because it is my duty.’ Ion paused then said softly, ‘How is the little one?'

Aya sighed sadly and turned towards him, touching her belly. ‘She is a strong one. And she gives me no rest.’

‘I know this might not have been the life you envisioned for you and your child. But you will always have a home here, Aya.’ Ion stepped forward and placed a hand on a small shoulder and squeezed gently

The red head nodded and looked up into serene blue eyes. ‘Thank you, Ion. But just being on this ship with everyone, is more then enough for me. I feel safe here, like I have a place were I belong. And I feel lucky knowing that my child will be safe and protected as well. ’

Ion looked into gentle grey eyes for a moment before nodding in understanding. Humans sure were strange creatures, often misunderstood but he could not deny the warm pull that settled in his chest just from the presence of his crewmembers. Being together for so long, and without even realising it… they had formed a family. A rather dysfunctional family at that but out here in the loneliness of space, all they had was each other. And even though he may be a Blondie from Amoi, his real place was up in the stars with his companions.

With one last squeeze, Ion left go of her shoulder and stepped back. ‘I am happy to see you and the little one have settled in well.’

‘Yes, very well.’ Aya smiled down at her swollen stomach.

‘Be ready to depart within the hour.’ Ion turned around and started to walk towards the exit. Aya nodded her head slightly.

‘As you wish.’

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Frost covered the cold, glass-tinted window as Riki breathed out and placed a hand on the crisp glass of the viewing room in Ion’s private quarters. His sightless obsidian eyes stared out of the clear porthole, dull optics wandering back and forth but not seeing anything except darkness. He had heard Heath over the loudspeaker and imagined what the planet of Amoi looked like floating below them. This wasn’t just Ion’s home world but Luca, Heath and Maddy’s home as well.

Was it as beautiful and mysterious as Ion claimed it was? This alluring pleasure planet, where the ruler was a highly intelligent, freethinking, super computer called Jupiter and her subordinates were genetically enhanced super humans called Blondies. Just like Ion. But for some reason he couldn’t help but feel a bit nostalgic when he thought of this strange planet. Curious because as far as he could remember, he had never set foot on the world of Amoi before.

Which was weird because apparently this was the place Ion had found him. Almost broken beyond repair. So much so, that the chance of him ever becoming whole again where slim to nil. The Blondie had taken his damaged body and with a last desperate attempted to save his depleting life, and body, had kept him alive by placing him in a healing chamber and worked around the clock to try and rebuild him. One broken piece at a time. He had regained consciousness six months later with the feeling of healing liquid caressing his newly restored body, with the feelings of confusion and loss spreading through him. He had opened his eyes but only darkness greeted him. He panicked with open fear until he was told that he would never see again. That his eyes were broken.

And not to mention; He had sever amnesia.

He couldn’t remember anything prior to the two years he had been on Ion’s ship. Ever since he had awoken in the healing pods two years ago, all his memories of the life he led before had completely disappeared. His past had been completely erased. Gone in a blink of an eye. He couldn’t even remember his own name let alone who he was. Luca had once said that it was due to the massive trauma he suffered that caused his mind to shut down and ‘reboot’, as she called it. But for the life of him, he couldn’t remember what happened that day. Ion had told him that he had been found under a mountain of demolished metal and concrete, barely clinging to life and if he had come a moment later he would truly be dead.

The only thing he could remember was walking through a never-ending void. An eternal darkness that he could not escape from before a bright light appeared before him and he had awoken on Ion’s ship, with no memory and no sight.

He sighed and closed his eyes before a bright flash crossed his sightless eyes. It hit him with such force that he almost cried out.

Burning flames engulfing everything in sight. Searing heat licking his skin. Bright blue eyes gazing at him with such love….

Riki gasped as his skull erupted in sudden white, hot pain and he had to reach out and clutch the glass window with shaky hands to support himself. He shook his head, willing the pain to lessen its hold on him before slowly straightened up. He ran a hand through his long, midnight black strands and breathed out, trying to still his rapidly beating heart. His fragmented mind was in such turmoil over what he had seen; he didn’t hear foot steps come from behind him.

‘You shouldn’t over exert yourself, Riki. You will do more damage if you try and force it.’

‘Ion.’ Riki turned around with a whoosh of black hair and visionless eyes looked right at the Blondie. Ion had been standing in the doorway as he watched his young charge stand at the window and look out, knowing he saw nothing but endless darkness before he clutched his head in pain. He sighed and walked into the room, coming to stand in front of the dark-haired mongrel.

‘What did you see?' Ion asked gently.

‘Its nothing.’ Riki turned back around. ‘It was just a passing memory.’

Ion stared at the tense back of the young man. ‘You’ll feel better if you talk about it.’

Riki breathed out suddenly feeling tired all of a sudden. ‘I saw…fire. Bright red flames swallowing up everything and a…a pair of eyes.’

‘Eyes?'

‘Yeah! Bright blue eyes. They stared at me with such intensity it was hard to look away.’ Riki tired to remember what he had seen but his head was still twitching from the pain.

Ion’s azure eyes closed and he came forward to stand next to Riki, who felt his presence beside him ‘Memories are fickle things, Riki. They sneak up on us when we least expect it.’

‘Yeah, well I hate it when it does. It fuckin’ hurts like hell. It feels like my head is about to explode.’

Ion laughed. ‘That’s why I keep telling you to not over do it. You only have one mind Riki so make the most of it.’

‘But it doesn’t help when your memory feels like a sieve.’

‘They will come to you. You just have to be patient.’

They stood in silence for a moment before Riki spoke. ‘It seems wired.’

‘What does?'

‘Amoi seems so familiar to me somehow. As if I have walked upon it before. Maybe in another life.’ Riki said and imagine what the world below looked like.

The tall Blondie took a glance at the smaller man and ran a hand through his hair. ‘Well this was the place I found you. I wouldn’t be surprised but your mind is still recovering, still in the fragile stage of repairing itself. Have faith Riki. Me and everyone on board is here to help.’

Just then there was a small beep and Heath’s voice came over the inter-com. ‘Good morning and welcome aboard Cronos scenic tours. On out left is the planet of Amoi where we will be landing in about 45 minutes so please make sure all luggage departments are closed and tightly secured and all air locks are sealed as we make our descend towards out destination. So please enjoy the rest of the flight and have a nice day.’

When Heath’s voice cut out Riki turned to Ion and grinned. ‘I guess its time to go home then.’

Ion paused before looking down at the mongrel. ‘I guess your right.’ He turned around and began to walk away. ‘Make sure your ready to depart once we have landed.

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Iason crossed his long legs for what seemed like the hundredth time since they had departed from Eos tower. Raoul had watched his friend from the corner of his eye and resisted the urge to kick Iason in the leg to stop him from moving around. He couldn’t seem to understand why Iason was so unsettled. All they were doing was welcoming one of their brothers’ home, no matter how much Raoul shunned this particular Blondie. But even so, it did not require Iason to be nervous or formal. His eyebrow twitched as he watched Iason uncross his leg before recrossing it again and had to say something before he exploded.

‘Would you stop that. You have been doing that ever since we left. Are you going to tell me what ever is on your mind or are you going to make me guess.’ Raoul snapped.

For the first time since their departure, Iason turned his head and looked at Raoul. ‘I don’t know what you mean, my friend.’

‘You can’t fool me Iason. I have been watching you.’

‘Your observation skills are as sharp as ever, Sir Am but I assure you, nothing is wrong. I just had an uneasy sleep last night. That is all.’

Raoul was about to protest when Iason’s eyes narrowed and he held up a hand to silence the blonde. ‘That is all.’ The finality in Iason’s voice made Raoul snap his mouth shut. With and irritated sigh, Raoul leaned back into the seat and crossed his arms over his chest. They rode is silence for a moment. Staring at each other. Both sizing each other up to see which one would break first. Raoul’s green eyes locked with sky blue before Raoul looked away from that frosty stare to glance out the window.

‘That stubbornness of yours is a real pain.’ Raoul sighed again. He seemed to be doing that a lot lately and turned to Iason. ‘Have you had any thought about changing your mind regarding the peace treaty with the SIF.’?

‘No!’

‘Iason.’

‘As I said before. I see no real significance in what we would gain if we did sign with them. Its nothing that we couldn’t live with out.’ Iason flipped his hair over his shoulder and looked out the window.

‘I suppose we are to have a celebration party for Ion’s return. Since he’s not been seen for the past five years, Jupiter would want an update on all his research.’ Raoul asked, changing the subject, much to Iason’s approval.

‘Yes I am to escort him to Jupiter tower as soon as he arrives. She seems very interested in what findings Ion has uncovered.’

Just then the car came to a stop. ‘We have arrived Sirs.’ The driver said from the front seat before climbing out and opening the door for the two Blondies. They stepped out of the hover car and stood in front of Amoi’s Aerospace port. It was a bustling, busy place were goods of any shape or form were exported and imported. Ships came and went. Unloading before carrying on to their next destination.

Iason walked forward with Raoul flanking him from behind. ‘Your Excellency. Lord Am.’ The guards bowed in respect as they approached. The gates opened wide for the respectable Elites as they advanced forward. The many docks and stations were currently in use but there was a special section of the spaceport that was only used for the arrival of special guests or other Blondies. Iason and Raoul rode the small cart to the port’s private landing station. They pulled up just before the dock and got out just as a black ship was spotted over the sun’s rays.

‘He has arrived.’

Cronos glided through the air with incredible swiftness and precision. Cutting through the air with such grace that it was safe to say that whoever flew the ship was very skilled in the art of flying. The large craft grew nearer and nearer until a warm wind blew around them from the hot air coming out of the ships large combustors. It swooped down and landed smoothly on the edge of the dock until it came to a complete stop. Its engines shut down and the ships ramp was lowered. There, on the dock stood Ion cassis, with his arms folded, smiling softly. His six foot seven inch, strong physique stood tall and proud. Long blonde hair whipping around his handsome face like a sunny cloud. He really was a sight to behold.

Ion walked forward off his ship, down the ramp as Iason stepped up and shook hands with the former Blondie.

‘Lord Ion Cassis.’

‘Your Excellency.’ Ion bowed his head in a respective gesture.

‘I trust your flight was a pleasant one.’ Iason asked formally, looking into azure eyes, equal to his own.

‘Very pleasant, thank you. But I must admit space travel does take its toll on the mind. Especially when you haven’t been planet side for a while.’ Ion spotted Raoul over Iason’s shoulder and nodded his head.

‘Lord Am.’

‘It seems you were able to make it in one piece.’ Raoul said trying to hide his contempt.

Ion laughed. ‘So it would seem. But I can’t say much for my crew.’

‘Your crew?'

‘Yes. They are all quite exhausted.’ The Blondie gave an impish grin, which made Iason quirk an eyebrow, before whistling loudly. Iason’s eyes widen and Raoul’s mouth gaped open in absolute bewilderment as out of the shadows, five dark figures emerged and stepped forward, one by one until they stood behind the Blondie commander. The two stupefied Blondies could hardly believe what they were seeing. Standing behind Ion in a straight line, with backs straight and hands behind backs, stood not one but three mongrels as well as an Amorian and a Faeier standing among them

‘Lord Cassis! What is the meaning of this?' Raoul asked in enormity. Iason’s ice blue eyes narrowed and glanced at the silent troop behind Ion as if guarding him. Two of the mongrels were female, one no more then twelve and the Faeier was undoubtedly in the late stages of pregnancy.

Ion turned around to glance at his troops and smiled before turning back to face not only the two astounded Blondies in front of him but also the shocked faces of all the employees who had stopped to watch the show. Without so much as a hint of submission or yielding, Ion stood to his full height and faced Iason, squaring his shoulders in defiance.

‘This, Your Excellency is my crew. Each one a valued and respected member on board my ship and are highly valued for their skills. I expect them to be treated with as much curtsy as you would me.’ The mongrels behind him tried not to smirk at Ion’s sharp words while Seiren and Aya glanced at each other.

‘Curtsy.’ Iason’s voice cut through the air like a knife. ‘You have mongrels on board your ship, Lord Cassis.’

Ion’s eyes glowed, unaffected by Iason’s frosty tone. In fact he was quite amused. ‘Indeed. And I would gladly protect them just as they wouldn’t hesitate to protect me.’

‘This is an outrage. You dishonor us with this disgusting display.’ Raoul went to take a step forward when a booming voice ran over the crowd. A voice that caused Iason’s heart to stop mid beat.

‘DON’T COME ANY CLOSER.’ Ion smiled when everyone in the vicinity turned to the figure as he emerged from within the craft to stand in the light. His raven coloured hair hung wildly around his handsome face to brush down his back in an enticing arch. Beautiful, sightless onyx eyes narrowed and stared straight ahead. The man’s exotic form was encased in black leather pants and a tight-fitting white shirt, showing off his perfect biceps and the black tattoo spiraling down one toned, bronze arm.

Raoul’s mouth dropped open while Iason almost fell to his knees.

Iason had to bite his tongue to resist the urge to cry out in heart-wenching anguish. Could the gods be so heartless to him as to dangle something so cruel in front of him? This can’t be real. He can’t be real. He was dead. Gone. Removed from this world. His soul had crumbled that day when he realised the person he wanted to spend the rest of his life with had died while he remained here, having to go on living. But, this wasn’t a dream for if it were, he wouldn’t be feeling his heart clench painful in his chest, the relenting grip almost making him shortness of breath. For standing in front of him, real and alive was his mongrel.

His beloved.

His soul mate.

‘Riki!’

To be continued

I think this is the longest chapter I have ever written in any of my stories. But I am glad because I managed to add a lot more then I was originally going to do. For anyone who hasn’t read the first chapter, SIF means Space Intergalactic Faction. Well the two have finally met after two years apart. What will happen now? How will Iason react? Find out in the next chapter and remember reviews are welcome so please read and review.
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