Planet Athion: The Complete Series by Angel Lawson

3

Kai

I walk awayfrom Mercy Ladd and force myself not to follow her into the building, ask her to tell me everything about herself, her past, her dreams for the future. As I escorted her, I did everything I could not to reveal my interest in her—the way I crave to touch her skin, press my fingers against the warm red spots on her cheeks. I wonder how horrified she’d be to know how much I love to hear her laugh, see her smile.

I maintained my façade of professionalism with her and I keep it up as continue my patrol. After fighting on Earth during the invasion, I figured I’d be placed on a desk job. Maybe training the new troops. I never anticipated I’d be tapped for the Custo or that I would be given such an important assignment—protecting the females that arrived from Earth. I certainly never considered that I would meet someone like Mercy Ladd.

Smart.

Focused.

Beautiful.

The first time I saw her was during a visit to the medical clinic during routine safety rounds. I caught a glimpse of her flaming red hair twisted modestly behind her head. The fashion exposed her slim, graceful neck, her slender shoulders. She wore a medical uniform and thoughtfully considered her data pad.

I felt like I’d been hit by a rocketship.

That feeling has never left, despite my efforts. I’d spent my life in celibacy—as many men on Athion do. The lack of available females is one reason, but also my career has never allowed time to seek a mate, or even a casual companion.

As a solider, then a Custos, I’ve been married to my work and even if I wasn’t—Mercy Ladd isn’t an option. She didn’t come here to seek a relationship and procreate like many of the others. She’s here to assist in our new world, as evidenced by her strict professionalism.

I nod at a group of women being escorted to the dining building. Their Custo keeps his eyes ahead, focused. I doubt he’s thinking about a woman he can’t have.

I steady myself and approach the education wing. Mercy Ladd isn’t my only concern—she should barely be a concern at all. She’s like everyone else in this facility—an aspect of my duty.

I open the door and greet the women I serve, and make sure I keep them safe.