Chapter 55

Mark chose freely. Yes, he had blacked out on the floor of Manhattan General ER’s ambulance bays. He had fainted from the overwhelming tide of emotional need and sexual heat caused by the arrival of his true mate, Juraens. When he awoke, Juraens was at his side. They had only a few short tines together to cement a rather fragile Bond, the first in history cemented between Sarran and an off worlder. They Bonded, in form and fact, with TeZarron as witness. In those few tines, Mark and Juraens spoke mind to mind. The meld was so strong that Mark was became aware of the import of the Sarran mission to the survival of humanoids. It was Mark’s idea to use himself as bait. A non-Sarran humanoid with an off-chart psi rating would tempt traitors as quick as beer-lured slugs. Anti-Sarran Council, Zyptz collaborators, and Sarran traitors would drown in a vat of their own brew like the slugs they imitated.