Title: Hedging Her Bets
Author: blackknight5
Rating: PG-13
Spoilers: Four Aliens and Baby & Roswell Books "A New Beginning" and "Nightscape".
*Author's Note: For those of you that don't remember Kal Langley is the other protector besides Nascedo. He's a Hollywood Producer, and max goes to see him early in season three to help try and get his son back from Tess. I want to say thank you for all of those of you who have reviewed my story. Your support has been greatly appreciated, and helped me write this story. Anyway please Read and Review.*
Part 5
Walsh Airfield - Boise, Idaho
Never realized just how much he missed the clearer night sky, Cal thought as he watched the stars from the ground right next to his jet. I've been in L.A. to long, he thought. The pilots had actually managed to get his private jet out to the Walsh airfield faster then he'd believed possible which had not exactly made him happy. It left him with time to let his thoughts wander and even humans without his problems believed that was a bad thing. Especially since the only thoughts in his head were filled with something that for him seemed so wrong he didn't know how to describe it.
Then he heard it. Preparing himself as much as possible for the deluge of questions that Max and the others would inevitably ask. He just hoped he could convince them to get on the plane and on the way to L.A. before it happened. Of course it wasn't like he had all the answers and he was sure he would be saying he didn't know more then Max would be happy with. I told Max to listen to his human side because it was the best part of him, and now that is going to come back and bite me on the ass.
Before he could think of something new to complain about a VW bus pulled up to the airfield and he couldn't help but be amazed. They traveled from Roswell in that? He was surprised to see his charges tumble out of the van, and found himself giving his King and Queen at least some credit for keeping Rath from killing someone. Or maybe I should credit that to his girlfriend.
Max didn't believe Langley was going to set them up, but that didn't mean he wasn't concerned about Langley's sudden appearance. He made sure that Isabelle and Michael stayed to close to Kyle and Maria while he kept Liz as close to him as possible. He'd never got the uneasy feeling from Langley that he'd gotten from Nascedo there was no way he would take any chances when it came to everyone's safety. Not again.
Langley made no attempt to meet them. He just waited as Max and the others crossed the distance between them. He wants it to be like we are coming to him, and not the other way around, Max realized. Whatever had compelled Kal Langley to contact them it had clearly not been because he had put his bitterness behind him. Not for the first time Max wondered what had caused that bitterness, and anger. He knew he could ask or even demand the truth, but he'd violated Langley's free will once. I won't do it again.
Once they were five feet from Langley he finally moved. "Well that took you all long enough? Its not like I expect you to come running, but taking forever to walk from your van to the plane I have waiting for you. Is that really too much to ask?" Langley said as he rolled his eyes.
"As opposed to avoiding your responsibilities for fifty years because you're a little upset with your life. I mean you must have it pretty bad...no wait you've had it easy. Sorry." Michael fired back with a smirk of his own.
Max turned to look back at Michael. "Michael, drop it." Max said, but his eyes betrayed his rebuke.
"I don't need you to protect me from Rath's words, your maje...Max. And I wouldn't be so quick with the snide remarks about my life." The two just glared at each other for a second before Langley turned his attention back to Max.
"Sure, Maxwell, whatever you say," Michael said as he turned his attention back towards Maria.
"Well, now that is over. Would you all care to get on the plane? That is unless you want to stand out here in the middle of nowhere so Rath here can get a better look at my eyes?"
Max just shook his head. "I'm sure we can all agree that getting on the plane would be best. We have questions for you Langley, and we will want answers."
The inside of the private jet was a breath of fresh air to people who had spent the last six months inside a VW van, and ratty motels. The plane was larger then the VW van which Langley had arranged to be driven back by someone who worked for him. Liz had asked for the person's name, but before Langley would answer they were interrupted by not to silent snoring of Kyle as he reclined in his seat. He really was exhausted, and so am I.
Liz reached up and rubbed her forehead. Thanks to her dreams sleep for her had not been as easy, or as restful. Langley had gotten Max to postpone the question and answer session until they reached L.A. so everyone would have sometime to rest. Liz and Max had taken a pair of seats closer to the cockpit. Michael and Maria had taken the seats behind them with Isabelle and Kyle taking the seats in the back.
Max had reclined his seat a little allowing Liz to lie down across his lap. The comforting feeling of Max usually silenced her mind, and allowed her to sleep. Unfortunately she soon discovered herself in another of the confusing dreams that had plagued her for the past month. She found herself in a theater with her friends around her. Michael and Maria were arguing. Kyle was trying to get Isabelle to laugh, and Max was looking at her. She couldn't tell where the theater was, or even what was going to be playing. She really didn't care though.
Then the movie started. It was a film about a girl falling in love with a man who would be king of a foreign country, and not knowing who he was at first. Then as the movie was reaching for resolution it stopped, and her friends stood up turning to look at her. They didn't move. They just stood perfectly still waiting for something. Are they waiting for me? She thought. Then the black robed figure appeared.
"Finish it," the figure said in a tone that seemed almost annoyed.
"I don't understand? What do you want me to finish?" Liz asked. The figure did not answer, but instead pointed to the screen.
As Liz looked she saw that the movie had been replaced by her memories of the day she was shot. She saw it all the two men struggling for the gun, Maria screaming, and the gun going off with her dropping to the ground then Max running over to her. She saw Max healing her, and then turned to look at the figure noticing that it had moved right next to her. She did not know what this dream figure wanted of her, but then also she did know what he wanted. The figure seemed to look through her before speaking again.
"You are so close. Don't fight it. You have to be ready. You are the key."
Before Liz could answer the dream world drained away, and Liz felt herself shoot up from Max's lap. Oh, god what is wrong with me? Her sudden movement had also woken Max.
"Liz are you okay?"
Liz looked up at Max at that moment to Liz; Max's feelings of guilt both for changing her when he healed her, and keeping her from a normal life were as tangible as air. Liz reached up, and placed her hand along the side of his face. She could see his relaxation at her touch, and the comfort he gained from that.
"I'm fine Max. It was just a dream. There is nothing wrong."
Max's face was clear as words. He wasn't convinced. "Max, I'm fine. I've been having some unusual dreams, but that is all. If something was seriously wrong I promise I would tell you," Liz said as she cupped his face with her hands.
At that moment Max noticed Langley was watching the two of them. He seemed to be fighting something, and after a second he sighed then stood up. Langley crossed the cabin, and was standing right next to them.
"Is everything al right?" He asked.
"I just had a usual dream," Liz answered.
"Not that I'm trying to be a psychologist for you, but dreams are important. They often carry more importance then you would believe. Telling you things you may not realize you know? Why don't you tell us the dream?" Langley said. Max noticed his words seemed forced. What is going on here? He thought.
Liz looks at Langley then to Max, but before she can answer something happens. Max watches in horror as Liz's eyes roll into her head, and her body falls forward. "Liz!" Max screams as he reaches out for his wife.
Max's screams have caused everyone else to spring to life. "Max? What's going on?" Isabelle asked. Not getting an answer she stands and sees Langley and Max hovering around Liz. Maria almost knocks Michael out of his seat as she runs up to the front to see what has happened to her friend.
"Oh, god! Max do something!" Maria screamed.
Before Max could even move his hand Langley had his hand on Max's wrist. Max looked down at the shape shifter who was squeezing his wrist. "Max, stop. She's going to be alright," Kal said as he stood looking Max in the eye.
"Excuse me how do you know that? I mean Liz collapses and without examining her you say she's okay, and not to do anything?" Maria asked frantically.
"Yeah what is going on Langley?" Michael asked.
"What is going on, Langley? No sarcasm, No half answers, I want you to tell me what is going on with Liz. Or so help me I will..."
"Calm down your highness. And as for what is going on with Liz. I do not believe there is anything wrong with her, but was tonight the first night she had any unusual dreams and has anything else odd happened to her lately?" Langley asked."
"I'm not sure about the dreams, but earlier today she collapsed similarly in the restroom of a rest stop."
"I think I know what is happening to the Liz, but first I need to check something," without elaborating Langley reaches down, and lifts up Liz's arm. Then displayed what he saw to the others. In the time they had known each other Max, Michael, Maria, Isabelle, and Kyle had seen a lot of strange things appear on Liz. This however topped them all. Max, Michael and Isabelle just starred at it as if struggling to remember something that was just out of reach. Langley was silent, Max was torn between the desire to beat the answers out of him as to what was happening to his wife and a sudden feeling of joy as he looked at the glowing symbol on Liz's arm.
Royal Antarian Ship – Aly'la
Guard Commander Garen tilts his head back, and takes several deep breaths before closing his eyes. As he had every morning and night of his life he meditated. Although many of his soldiers had not understood the Guard Commander's use of what had been considered a priestly practice they did not need understanding to follow his orders. Garen had accepted the life of a soldier as a priest accepts his calling, and he knew that for him that would mean he walk alone. He'd studied war as a priest studied his religious texts, and in doing so had become a priest of war.
At first his meditations had been as seem by his commander of his unhappiness with military life, and later as he advanced in rank as personal quirks of the commanding officer. His attitudes and habits were his own no matter what others said about them. His record as a soldier was second to known so they accept these quirks as they thought of them. Not that he cared much for what others thought of him. The only person whose opinion had ever really mattered to him had died decades ago.
It was here though meditation failed him. Rath, his protégé, his commanding officer, and his friend when his thoughts to turned to him he was never able to successfully meditate. Instead he decided to go look over the latest information they had about the royals, and as always it was Rath's file that he looked at. No, not Rath, but Michael. By all reports he was stubborn, headstrong, and reckless, but he was also loyal, fiercely protective.
Exactly as you were when I first met you when I first joined the Antarian army, and I took you under my wing. We have both changed much in that time, and yet so much is the same. I pray this time I may make a difference for you my old friend. He knew better then most the length of the odds against them, and experience was telling him that his coming was hurting them. Yet, he could not make himself stay on Antar. The ravages of time, and war had left his body weakened and no matter what he did not have long for this existence.
But what time, countless battle, or even his own self-doubt could not destroy was his will. It was the part of him that made him believe he could still dive into the heart of battle as recklessly as he had when he'd been the invincible young man at the start of a military career. I will not fail you again Rath, or King Zan. I have waited over fifty human years for this moment, and I swear to you, Khivar shall die.
Liz once more found herself in the cathedral like building, and once more she found herself coming face to face with a strange woman. She didn't seem older then her own mother, but that was before you looked into her eyes. There it seemed as she was centuries old, and was haunted by some hell Liz never wanted to know. But everything was different.
The woman walked toward Liz coolly, and without the shock that had previously appeared on her face when she saw her. "Hello Liz Evans," the woman said.
"Who are you?" Liz asked.
"I believe the human phrase is mother-in-law?" the woman's answer shocked Liz.
"That would make you..." Liz didn't finish as the woman interrupted.
The woman had raised her hand as a physical representation of her interruption. "The Dowager Queen of Antar, and I am sure you have a lot of questions. However, we do not have much time, and we have much to discuss."
Liz nodded in answer to the Dowager's question, and so she continued. "You and Max need to know. Khivar has left for Earth with a force of combat troops to attack you, and he will be there in as little as three day's time. I have dispatched as much of the Royal Guard as could be transported to help you, and they left before Khivar so they should arrive before he does."
Again Liz nodded as she took in the information. "Thank you."
"You can not leave just yet," The Queen said as she reached out, and held Liz's arm.
"I do not know much of what has happened to my son on your planet, but I do know you love him, and he you. I know you have suffered much for the love of my son, but in doing so you gained something that no one believed possible." A look of confusion passed over Liz's face.
The Queen lifted up Liz's right arm; slowly pushing back her shirt sleeve as she did. The sight of her arm caused a flood of thoughts to his Liz's brain, but before she could ask the Dowager spoke. "You Liz Parker carry the Royal Seal of the Queen of Antar, and are the rightful and lawful Queen of Antar."
Antarian Fleet Ship – Dralfi
Khivar had not believed it possible that the resistance could learn of his plan to attack what was left of the Royal Four on Earth. Yet they had, and they had dispatched the Royal Guard to Earth to help prepare Zan's reincarnation to defend against him. Even that old fool Garen had gone along. The great warmaster had been all that had kept the resistance from being destroyed long ago, and the chance to take him down with Zan had only sweetened this mission.
Yet, as he prepared his plans for dealing with the Antarian Royal Guard, Garen, and Zan he also found himself thinking about he would deal with Jesse. He was a distraction, but an easily curable one. He knew that Vilandra had separated from this human thanks to reports from Nicholas before he had disappeared. Clearly, Vilandra was coming to her senses about how such a low creature could be allowed to touch her. He would merely finish the job by making sure the human suffered for trying to possess what was his.
It would take time to locate Vilandra and the others, but Jesse Ramirez would be infinitely easier. Passing in his thought to take a deep breath, Khivar turned and thought of Vilandra even in her human body so beautiful, so enticing. Jesse had taken from Khivar, and although the pesky human didn't know it for such a crime he would have less then three days to live.
Author: blackknight5
Rating: PG-13
Spoilers: Four Aliens and Baby & Roswell Books "A New Beginning" and "Nightscape".
*Author's Note: For those of you that don't remember Kal Langley is the other protector besides Nascedo. He's a Hollywood Producer, and max goes to see him early in season three to help try and get his son back from Tess. I want to say thank you for all of those of you who have reviewed my story. Your support has been greatly appreciated, and helped me write this story. Anyway please Read and Review.*
Part 5
Walsh Airfield - Boise, Idaho
Never realized just how much he missed the clearer night sky, Cal thought as he watched the stars from the ground right next to his jet. I've been in L.A. to long, he thought. The pilots had actually managed to get his private jet out to the Walsh airfield faster then he'd believed possible which had not exactly made him happy. It left him with time to let his thoughts wander and even humans without his problems believed that was a bad thing. Especially since the only thoughts in his head were filled with something that for him seemed so wrong he didn't know how to describe it.
Then he heard it. Preparing himself as much as possible for the deluge of questions that Max and the others would inevitably ask. He just hoped he could convince them to get on the plane and on the way to L.A. before it happened. Of course it wasn't like he had all the answers and he was sure he would be saying he didn't know more then Max would be happy with. I told Max to listen to his human side because it was the best part of him, and now that is going to come back and bite me on the ass.
Before he could think of something new to complain about a VW bus pulled up to the airfield and he couldn't help but be amazed. They traveled from Roswell in that? He was surprised to see his charges tumble out of the van, and found himself giving his King and Queen at least some credit for keeping Rath from killing someone. Or maybe I should credit that to his girlfriend.
Max didn't believe Langley was going to set them up, but that didn't mean he wasn't concerned about Langley's sudden appearance. He made sure that Isabelle and Michael stayed to close to Kyle and Maria while he kept Liz as close to him as possible. He'd never got the uneasy feeling from Langley that he'd gotten from Nascedo there was no way he would take any chances when it came to everyone's safety. Not again.
Langley made no attempt to meet them. He just waited as Max and the others crossed the distance between them. He wants it to be like we are coming to him, and not the other way around, Max realized. Whatever had compelled Kal Langley to contact them it had clearly not been because he had put his bitterness behind him. Not for the first time Max wondered what had caused that bitterness, and anger. He knew he could ask or even demand the truth, but he'd violated Langley's free will once. I won't do it again.
Once they were five feet from Langley he finally moved. "Well that took you all long enough? Its not like I expect you to come running, but taking forever to walk from your van to the plane I have waiting for you. Is that really too much to ask?" Langley said as he rolled his eyes.
"As opposed to avoiding your responsibilities for fifty years because you're a little upset with your life. I mean you must have it pretty bad...no wait you've had it easy. Sorry." Michael fired back with a smirk of his own.
Max turned to look back at Michael. "Michael, drop it." Max said, but his eyes betrayed his rebuke.
"I don't need you to protect me from Rath's words, your maje...Max. And I wouldn't be so quick with the snide remarks about my life." The two just glared at each other for a second before Langley turned his attention back to Max.
"Sure, Maxwell, whatever you say," Michael said as he turned his attention back towards Maria.
"Well, now that is over. Would you all care to get on the plane? That is unless you want to stand out here in the middle of nowhere so Rath here can get a better look at my eyes?"
Max just shook his head. "I'm sure we can all agree that getting on the plane would be best. We have questions for you Langley, and we will want answers."
The inside of the private jet was a breath of fresh air to people who had spent the last six months inside a VW van, and ratty motels. The plane was larger then the VW van which Langley had arranged to be driven back by someone who worked for him. Liz had asked for the person's name, but before Langley would answer they were interrupted by not to silent snoring of Kyle as he reclined in his seat. He really was exhausted, and so am I.
Liz reached up and rubbed her forehead. Thanks to her dreams sleep for her had not been as easy, or as restful. Langley had gotten Max to postpone the question and answer session until they reached L.A. so everyone would have sometime to rest. Liz and Max had taken a pair of seats closer to the cockpit. Michael and Maria had taken the seats behind them with Isabelle and Kyle taking the seats in the back.
Max had reclined his seat a little allowing Liz to lie down across his lap. The comforting feeling of Max usually silenced her mind, and allowed her to sleep. Unfortunately she soon discovered herself in another of the confusing dreams that had plagued her for the past month. She found herself in a theater with her friends around her. Michael and Maria were arguing. Kyle was trying to get Isabelle to laugh, and Max was looking at her. She couldn't tell where the theater was, or even what was going to be playing. She really didn't care though.
Then the movie started. It was a film about a girl falling in love with a man who would be king of a foreign country, and not knowing who he was at first. Then as the movie was reaching for resolution it stopped, and her friends stood up turning to look at her. They didn't move. They just stood perfectly still waiting for something. Are they waiting for me? She thought. Then the black robed figure appeared.
"Finish it," the figure said in a tone that seemed almost annoyed.
"I don't understand? What do you want me to finish?" Liz asked. The figure did not answer, but instead pointed to the screen.
As Liz looked she saw that the movie had been replaced by her memories of the day she was shot. She saw it all the two men struggling for the gun, Maria screaming, and the gun going off with her dropping to the ground then Max running over to her. She saw Max healing her, and then turned to look at the figure noticing that it had moved right next to her. She did not know what this dream figure wanted of her, but then also she did know what he wanted. The figure seemed to look through her before speaking again.
"You are so close. Don't fight it. You have to be ready. You are the key."
Before Liz could answer the dream world drained away, and Liz felt herself shoot up from Max's lap. Oh, god what is wrong with me? Her sudden movement had also woken Max.
"Liz are you okay?"
Liz looked up at Max at that moment to Liz; Max's feelings of guilt both for changing her when he healed her, and keeping her from a normal life were as tangible as air. Liz reached up, and placed her hand along the side of his face. She could see his relaxation at her touch, and the comfort he gained from that.
"I'm fine Max. It was just a dream. There is nothing wrong."
Max's face was clear as words. He wasn't convinced. "Max, I'm fine. I've been having some unusual dreams, but that is all. If something was seriously wrong I promise I would tell you," Liz said as she cupped his face with her hands.
At that moment Max noticed Langley was watching the two of them. He seemed to be fighting something, and after a second he sighed then stood up. Langley crossed the cabin, and was standing right next to them.
"Is everything al right?" He asked.
"I just had a usual dream," Liz answered.
"Not that I'm trying to be a psychologist for you, but dreams are important. They often carry more importance then you would believe. Telling you things you may not realize you know? Why don't you tell us the dream?" Langley said. Max noticed his words seemed forced. What is going on here? He thought.
Liz looks at Langley then to Max, but before she can answer something happens. Max watches in horror as Liz's eyes roll into her head, and her body falls forward. "Liz!" Max screams as he reaches out for his wife.
Max's screams have caused everyone else to spring to life. "Max? What's going on?" Isabelle asked. Not getting an answer she stands and sees Langley and Max hovering around Liz. Maria almost knocks Michael out of his seat as she runs up to the front to see what has happened to her friend.
"Oh, god! Max do something!" Maria screamed.
Before Max could even move his hand Langley had his hand on Max's wrist. Max looked down at the shape shifter who was squeezing his wrist. "Max, stop. She's going to be alright," Kal said as he stood looking Max in the eye.
"Excuse me how do you know that? I mean Liz collapses and without examining her you say she's okay, and not to do anything?" Maria asked frantically.
"Yeah what is going on Langley?" Michael asked.
"What is going on, Langley? No sarcasm, No half answers, I want you to tell me what is going on with Liz. Or so help me I will..."
"Calm down your highness. And as for what is going on with Liz. I do not believe there is anything wrong with her, but was tonight the first night she had any unusual dreams and has anything else odd happened to her lately?" Langley asked."
"I'm not sure about the dreams, but earlier today she collapsed similarly in the restroom of a rest stop."
"I think I know what is happening to the Liz, but first I need to check something," without elaborating Langley reaches down, and lifts up Liz's arm. Then displayed what he saw to the others. In the time they had known each other Max, Michael, Maria, Isabelle, and Kyle had seen a lot of strange things appear on Liz. This however topped them all. Max, Michael and Isabelle just starred at it as if struggling to remember something that was just out of reach. Langley was silent, Max was torn between the desire to beat the answers out of him as to what was happening to his wife and a sudden feeling of joy as he looked at the glowing symbol on Liz's arm.
Royal Antarian Ship – Aly'la
Guard Commander Garen tilts his head back, and takes several deep breaths before closing his eyes. As he had every morning and night of his life he meditated. Although many of his soldiers had not understood the Guard Commander's use of what had been considered a priestly practice they did not need understanding to follow his orders. Garen had accepted the life of a soldier as a priest accepts his calling, and he knew that for him that would mean he walk alone. He'd studied war as a priest studied his religious texts, and in doing so had become a priest of war.
At first his meditations had been as seem by his commander of his unhappiness with military life, and later as he advanced in rank as personal quirks of the commanding officer. His attitudes and habits were his own no matter what others said about them. His record as a soldier was second to known so they accept these quirks as they thought of them. Not that he cared much for what others thought of him. The only person whose opinion had ever really mattered to him had died decades ago.
It was here though meditation failed him. Rath, his protégé, his commanding officer, and his friend when his thoughts to turned to him he was never able to successfully meditate. Instead he decided to go look over the latest information they had about the royals, and as always it was Rath's file that he looked at. No, not Rath, but Michael. By all reports he was stubborn, headstrong, and reckless, but he was also loyal, fiercely protective.
Exactly as you were when I first met you when I first joined the Antarian army, and I took you under my wing. We have both changed much in that time, and yet so much is the same. I pray this time I may make a difference for you my old friend. He knew better then most the length of the odds against them, and experience was telling him that his coming was hurting them. Yet, he could not make himself stay on Antar. The ravages of time, and war had left his body weakened and no matter what he did not have long for this existence.
But what time, countless battle, or even his own self-doubt could not destroy was his will. It was the part of him that made him believe he could still dive into the heart of battle as recklessly as he had when he'd been the invincible young man at the start of a military career. I will not fail you again Rath, or King Zan. I have waited over fifty human years for this moment, and I swear to you, Khivar shall die.
Liz once more found herself in the cathedral like building, and once more she found herself coming face to face with a strange woman. She didn't seem older then her own mother, but that was before you looked into her eyes. There it seemed as she was centuries old, and was haunted by some hell Liz never wanted to know. But everything was different.
The woman walked toward Liz coolly, and without the shock that had previously appeared on her face when she saw her. "Hello Liz Evans," the woman said.
"Who are you?" Liz asked.
"I believe the human phrase is mother-in-law?" the woman's answer shocked Liz.
"That would make you..." Liz didn't finish as the woman interrupted.
The woman had raised her hand as a physical representation of her interruption. "The Dowager Queen of Antar, and I am sure you have a lot of questions. However, we do not have much time, and we have much to discuss."
Liz nodded in answer to the Dowager's question, and so she continued. "You and Max need to know. Khivar has left for Earth with a force of combat troops to attack you, and he will be there in as little as three day's time. I have dispatched as much of the Royal Guard as could be transported to help you, and they left before Khivar so they should arrive before he does."
Again Liz nodded as she took in the information. "Thank you."
"You can not leave just yet," The Queen said as she reached out, and held Liz's arm.
"I do not know much of what has happened to my son on your planet, but I do know you love him, and he you. I know you have suffered much for the love of my son, but in doing so you gained something that no one believed possible." A look of confusion passed over Liz's face.
The Queen lifted up Liz's right arm; slowly pushing back her shirt sleeve as she did. The sight of her arm caused a flood of thoughts to his Liz's brain, but before she could ask the Dowager spoke. "You Liz Parker carry the Royal Seal of the Queen of Antar, and are the rightful and lawful Queen of Antar."
Antarian Fleet Ship – Dralfi
Khivar had not believed it possible that the resistance could learn of his plan to attack what was left of the Royal Four on Earth. Yet they had, and they had dispatched the Royal Guard to Earth to help prepare Zan's reincarnation to defend against him. Even that old fool Garen had gone along. The great warmaster had been all that had kept the resistance from being destroyed long ago, and the chance to take him down with Zan had only sweetened this mission.
Yet, as he prepared his plans for dealing with the Antarian Royal Guard, Garen, and Zan he also found himself thinking about he would deal with Jesse. He was a distraction, but an easily curable one. He knew that Vilandra had separated from this human thanks to reports from Nicholas before he had disappeared. Clearly, Vilandra was coming to her senses about how such a low creature could be allowed to touch her. He would merely finish the job by making sure the human suffered for trying to possess what was his.
It would take time to locate Vilandra and the others, but Jesse Ramirez would be infinitely easier. Passing in his thought to take a deep breath, Khivar turned and thought of Vilandra even in her human body so beautiful, so enticing. Jesse had taken from Khivar, and although the pesky human didn't know it for such a crime he would have less then three days to live.