“Admirals,” the computer said. “Chief Medical Office Bane with a message from Medical Officer Mark Stern.”
“Tonas, Admiral, Prince of LightClan, enter.”
“Admiral, sir, Chief Medical Officer Bane, May I speak freely, sir?”
“Report,” both Tonas and Jonal replied.
“Mark said Flagen was sniffing around Anya. When he arrived, she was very uncomfortable, but unharmed. He gave her the opportunity to exit and she took off like a shot. He says he has everything under control.”
“Jonal, easy, Mark would know if trouble was threatened. He would have sent word.”
Jonal’s voice was menacing. “No threat, My Light, nothing there…not on your part, but always on his. He will stop at nothing.” Jonal sat at the console, elbows on his knees and head in his hands. “He wouldn’t have dared approach her, if he didn’t have something.”
Tonas spoke quickly. “Bane, find Anya, bring her to Quarters using any means necessary—now.”