“If you go back to the med center, they can take care of the bruising before you go shopping with your sire. Do you feel well enough to go?” Juraens kissed the inside of her wrist.
“Yes, it’s amazing that I don’t hurt much. I thought I was going to die.” Sara moved her shoulders to test her reaction.
“You almost did. It was Sarran medical expertise that saved you. That and the fact that your Warriors heard your and Michael’s psychic scream,” the Senator told her. Sara looked at them with awe in her eyes.
“We’re grateful to the Goddess that you survived. Speaking about Friday, we would like you to come, but it’s completely up to you.”
“I used to hostess for Daddy. I can do it. Kristen says you’re the hosts because you are the highest ranked WarriorPair currently in the fleet.”
“That’s true, PaPera. But you don’t need to do anything. We want you to heal.” Mark put his arm around her shoulders. She didn’t pull away.