Zara
“They will not let us within,” Eela said.
We walked down a grand hallway in some fancy building. Just outside were a group of tents, and outside those tents stood dozens of armed guards.
Inside the building, which would put any stone castle on Earth to shame, there wasn’t anyone around, and I had to assume everyone was in the meeting. I didn’t know where we were because I’d only been in the transport station and then in Isaak’s house for the duration of my time on Trion. We were obviously in a town, a desert town where Isaak’s dad was the head guy. They called them Councilors. Bertok was one for his area. Perhaps like governors or presidents of different parts of the planet.
Now wasn’t time to have a civics lesson about the place, but I didn’t understand Eela’s statement.
“Why not?”
We had three guards with us. They loomed and looked somewhat frightening, but she didn’t pay them any attention. As for me, I wasn’t used to protection. To being supervised. I wasn’t used to wearing a see-through dress either. I’d changed a lot.
One thing that hadn’t changed was that I wasn’t going to listen to what Isaak or anyone else said. I wasn’t being defiant, I was doing what I needed to do. Staying out of sight and trying to be safe was a good idea, but it wasn’t going to get the job done. And that job was to see Bertok taken down.
I wasn’t going to do that from Isaak’s posh mansion.
Thankfully, Eela knew that too.
That was why we were here. Wherever that was. All I knew was there was a Councilor meeting, and Isaak’s dad was supposed to be a part of it. Same went for Bertok.
“Why not?” I asked. We had three big goons, and I had my titan stick.
“Females are not allowed in these meetings alone. Not that I wish to attend. I sat through several meetings after I took Henrick as my mate. The pillow was comfortable, but the conversation was very boring.”
I turned to face her, the closed door behind me. “Okay, we’ve got to work on this females-not-allowed thing. There aren’t any female Councilors?”
She shook her head.
“Don’t you want to have representation?”
She gave me a smile. A sly one. “I do have representation. My mate sits up on the council.”
“Yeah, but you could sit there yourself.”
She gave a slight shrug of her dark shoulders. Her skin practically glowed. At a later date, I’d have to ask her about her lotion.
“Males give their ear to their mates. And their voice.”
I stared at her, tried to figure out what she meant. “You mean… pillow talk?”
She quirked her lips. “Males like to think they are in charge, but it is the females who truly run this planet.”
“But Bertok is planning on blowing up a huge city. Are you saying his wife gave him a hummer and told him to do it?”
Her eyes widened. “I have not heard the term hummer before, but I can imagine. It is possible, but I know his mate. She would not be so cruel or cunning. I would assume there is evil on Earth as well.”
I nodded. “It is why I volunteered.”
She laughed then covered her mouth with her fingers. “I’m sorry. It isn’t funny. You’ve been through much. Isaak, I assume, was not keen to return to Trion. He and his father have always clashed. But here he is. Because of you. And perhaps… a hummer?”
I didn’t convince Isaak to return to Trion because of a blowjob, but I wasn’t going to mention that in any way to Isaak’s mom. Not a chance. She might be able to see my nipples, but I wasn’t telling her about my sex life with her son.
“If we can’t get in, then why did you say you would hold the council off until your mate could return? Wouldn’t it have been better to get on that ship with Isaak and have Isaak’s father sit in on the meeting?”
“I do not care for space travel. I become unwell. I am needed here.”
“Then how do we get in?” I wondered.