She looked down at the tablet again, did some more swiping, glanced up. Smiled brilliantly. “How about right now? Your mate resides on a secondary Prillon planet known as The Colony. You’ve been matched to a warrior with ninety-eight percent compatibility.”
The Colony? Never heard of it, but who cared. Alien was alien. “And the second mate is the other two percent?” I wondered.
She stepped back, laughing at my sarcasm. “You could say that.”
With one final swipe of her finger, the wall behind me opened, a blue light coming from beyond. I turned my head, but couldn’t see anything but the colored glow.
“Don’t panic. When you wake, Kristin Webster, your body will have been prepared for their customs and your mates’ requirements. He will be waiting for you.” She spoke as if from a script, and that meant I wasn’t the only woman who panicked right about now.
Two large metallic arms with gigantic needles on the ends appeared to be headed for the sides of my face. “Hang on a second. What they hell are those things?”
I tried to wiggle away, but that wasn’t working since I was still strapped to the damn chair.
“They will insert the Neuroprocessing Units that will integrate with the language centers of your brain, allowing you to speak and understand any language. Be calm and you’ll soon be with your mate.”
I held my breath as the needles came closer, then pierced the sides of my temples, just above my ears. I winced, but it wasn’t really that painful. Once the robot arms retracted, my seat slid backward and I found myself being lowered in a warm, blue-glowing bath. I exhaled and relaxed, for all my fears seemed to melt away.
“Kristin Webster, you are off to your Prillon warrior. I am not biased, since everyone is matched to the planet perfect for them, but I hold a soft spot for those Prillon males. I know you will be happy, as I once was.”
I sighed, closing my eyes. Happy? That was the biggest dream of all.
“Your processing will begin in three…two…one.”
Everything went black.