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  "What?" I said, glancing up sharply. "I'm not going away."

  "Yes, Quinn. You are. It's too dangerous."

  "But you need me. And we can't afford it. And I can't leave." The thought filled me with fear and anguish. I had never considered leaving our home planet or my dad. He was my only family. I had never separated from him.

  "You can and you will," he said. "Something broke inside me when I saw those men attack you. If they hurt you or kill you, I will never forgive myself. I've been trying to protect you and your gift for years. I've failed."

  "You have taken good care of me, Dad."

  He held up his hand.

  "No, I haven't, Quinn. It's been a terrible life. I want better for you."

  I stared at him with tears in my eyes. He had never spoken to me so insistently or so firmly. I knew he meant what he said.

  "Even if I agreed with you, how would I do it?"

  "Phillip has heard about a company called TerraMates. They can get you out of here, and you'll get some money. Best of all, it's only for a year."

  "What's only for a year?" I said, feeling suspicious. "Hang on a second. It's called TerraMates? As in..." I trailed off, not wanting to put my suspicion into words.

  My father looked uncomfortable and nodded.

  "It's a mail-order bride company. They arrange marriages to aliens. That's how we'll move you off the planet."

  * * *

  "We are not to be used as an escape from Earth, Miss Maloney. I hope you understand that," said Mrs. Lynch, the owner of TerraMates. She looked at me slightly disapprovingly, tapping her well-manicured fingernail on the desk. I was filling out some forms, and she was reviewing my answers.

  I looked up from the computer. I had to supply an endless amount of information about myself and the qualities I looked for in a mate. In the 'other' box, I had made sure to check 'must be tolerant of mental abilities'.

  "Of course not," I said, feeling my guts clench but looking her straight in the eye. "Why would you think I was doing that?"

  "You must admit, Miss Maloney, that your behavior looks suspicious."

  "I don't admit any such thing. I'm excited to be going off-world, of course. But it's because I'm curious to meet my husband and learn about an alien culture. I wouldn't have even mentioned the Sons of the Heavenly Father. There was a question about my interactions with the law and I thought it meant..."

  "The wording is 'problems'. You didn't have an issue with the law. The people who attacked you did."

  "Right. Yes, I suppose."

  "I see your altercation happened quite recently. Which is why I will repeat myself. We are not for escaping."

  "And I'm not using you that way. I honestly have a desire to travel, and I'm getting older, Mrs. Lynch. It's time I put down some roots." All true enough, though maybe not in the way she interpreted them.

  She stared at me. I calmly gazed back. I wouldn't flinch. I was not going to be intimidated by her iron gray coiffeur, power suit, and hawk-like gaze. I thought I was going to have to look away, but to my surprise, she glanced down at her computer first.

  An unexpected feeling of relief and victory shot through me. I guessed Mrs. Lynch didn't let many people stare her down. I smiled a little and kept filling in the form. She moved on to a different topic of conversation.

  "Of course, as you would have read in the contract, you do not have to have sexual intercourse with your husband, unless both of you decide you want to."

  I nodded. I wasn't going to be a whore. This idea was bad enough. I didn't need to prostitute myself as well.

  "There will be periodic check-ups to confirm everything is going well, and there is no abuse on either side. We will send your credits as soon as we receive validation of your marriage certificate. If you wish to divorce after a year, you have only to contact us. We will assist with the process."

  "Is there a long wait to get the divorce?" I said. I wondered if I would have to stay married for much longer than a year.

  She looked surprised by my question. "No, dear. We don't get many wives coming back and asking for a divorce."

  "Are you serious?" I said, my voice incredulous. "I don't believe it."

  "Miss Maloney, we run an excellent service here. To the best of our abilities, women are matched with their perfect mates."

  I laughed at her hubris.

  "Can you predict true love?" I said. My voice had a mocking tone, but part of me thought about my ability to see the future. If I could predict what could happen, why couldn't they?

  "That is unnecessary. We have extremely sophisticated matching algorithms. In general, the women who come here are not looking for true love." She had a way of speaking that made her words drip with condescension. "They are looking for a good man who can provide them with companionship and financial support. The women who come to us are practical, Miss Maloney. We have a 2 percent divorce rate."

  2 percent? I didn't believe it. But if she was lying, she wasn't going to change her story if I asked her about it. And if she wasn't...Well, that didn't make sense to me. Why wouldn't the women put in their time, grab their money, file for divorce and move on with their life?

  Mrs. Lynch sighed.

  "Based on the surveys that are filled out by the women who stay married..." She stared at a report but then looked up and met my eyes. "97 percent say they have come to love their husbands, Miss Maloney."

  I rolled my eyes. I wasn't going to love mine. I would put in my year, get the money to send back to Dad, and get a divorce. As soon as my tour of duty was over I was going to find my real true love. I would track him down and save both of us from death by a tree. I had a vague sense of how far into the future events would happen. The vision felt like about a year from now. I had time.

  I had never been able to save anyone from my visions before, but I had not tried as hard as I could. This time, I was going to do it. He was the man I would love. I was not going to let him die.

  Chapter 4

  AIRIK

  "Airik, you're late. Again."

  "Hi Mom," I said, kissing her on the forehead. "I told you I was working late."

  "You're always working late."

  "It's important. Even more important now than before."

  "I know you've been working towards this goal since you were a boy. But your life can't be entirely focused on work. There's family, too. And a wife in your future, I hope." She had a tentative look on her face as if she was expecting me to get mad at her.

  "Mother, I know that the Akuna is coming up soon. My birthday is in two weeks. Even if I could forget it, you wouldn't let me."

  "We just want you to be happy, Airik."

  "Yeah, happy. And you don't want to be the parents whose son lost his job because he hadn't married by the Akuna. That wouldn't make me socially acceptable."

  "Airik, stop. We want this for you. Did your boss threaten you about your job?"

  "He did. It's the law. He has to uphold it. If I'm not married by my birthday, they will have to fire me. I'm the only Director of the Precog Division who wasn't already married when they took the position."

  "Because you were smart, intuitive, and brilliant. That's why they promoted you despite your age."

  I smiled. My mom had a way of making me feel good about myself, even if I was a loser.

  "Right now, I don't fulfill the requirements of the job. Everyone in a senior government position has to be married by their Akuna. It's a royal decree."

  She tsked.

  "We don't even have a monarchy anymore. Why hasn't anyone got rid of that stupid rule? Don't they make exceptions for people?"

  "Most people get married by their Akuna. I'm a terrible exception."

  "Airik, you could still get married. I know some lovely women. Your father does, too. Everyone seems to know a girl who is perfect for you."

  "Everyone's wrong," I said with a frown. "I had a vision, Mom."

  "About who?"

  "It was about a woman I'm going to fall in l
ove with."

  "Really?" She sounded excited now.

  "Yeah, but don't start inviting people yet. I saw her death." For the first time, I heard how heavy my voice sounded. I realized my vision had been bothering me more than I thought.

  "Was it death from old age, at home, by your side?" she asked tentatively.

  "No. I think she will die soon. I don't know what exactly happens because Sornalee interrupted me."

  "We all knew that you weren't going to marry her. She's such an airhead," she muttered.

  "Why didn't you tell me?" I had broken up with Sorna right after her interruption. I hadn't been able to find out how the woman died or when it would happen. I was furious with my ditzy former girlfriend. Mom was right when she said marrying her would be a mistake.

  "Would you have listened to me?"

  "Probably not," I conceded. "It certainly wasn't Sorna in my vision."

  "But this woman," my mom said, seizing on the important point. "The one you're going to love. If you've foreseen her death, you can save her. The Precog Division will rescue her, just like they take care of everyone else on Koccoran."

  "Not everyone, Mom."

  "Almost everyone, Airik. You can save her, too."

  "There's a problem." I hesitated because I knew how she would react.

  "What problem could there possibly be? You have a job. Get the Ground Team moving. You've got to make sure that girl lives."

  "I don't think the Ground Team operates this far out," I said, reluctant to tell her.

  "Why not?"

  "Because she dies on Earth."

  "Earth?"

  "She's a human."

  "A human?" I winced when I heard the shock and dismay in her tone. I supposed acceptance by the family wasn't going to happen. I hadn't even met this girl yet, and might never meet her. She may have been killed with a poisoned dart already.

  I was saved from an uncomfortable conversation when my brother walked into the room.

  "Did I hear you talking about the Akuna, Airik?"

  I nodded.

  "I've got the perfect solution to your problem."

  "What's that?" If I didn't humor him, he might sulk for weeks, and I didn't need new drama.

  "Have you ever heard of TerraMates? They'll arrange your marriages for you, with an alien. You get married for a year, and if you want to get divorced, your time is up and you're free to move on. The women get an exorbitant amount of credits for moving halfway across the galaxy and marrying a stranger. You get the wife you need with no commitment and, more importantly, no lovey-dovey issues. You know, the stuff you hate in a relationship." I saw my mother frown out of the corner of my eye, but I ignored her.

  "It's complicated now."

  "Are you talking about the dream girl from your visions?"

  "You overheard me?"

  "Sorry, but you're not in a closed room here. If you wanted privacy, you should have gone into the den."

  I shrugged. It didn't matter. My mother knew already. Everyone else would know soon enough, even perfect strangers.

  "Well, this is what you do. Get an arranged marriage to satisfy your superiors. It's a ridiculous and outdated law. Divorce this woman after a year and find your true love."

  "Divorce is unacceptable," I said.

  "Unacceptable," he said, looking at me like I was stupid. "Not illegal."

  He had a point, but it was still a dumb idea.

  "That's ridiculous, Kartar. I'm not going to marry a stranger."

  "Would you rather lose your job and everything you've worked for?" he said in disbelief.

  When he put it that way, it was a rather compelling argument. I felt myself start to capitulate.

  "Airik, let me help you out with this. I'll go through the process for you. You'll just have to sign on the dotted line. There are interviews you'll have to do yourself, but I'll do everything possible. Consider it my birthday present to you."

  I felt my mind scrambling for other options. There were none. I was running out of time. This solution would give me a wife. No questions asked, no strings attached. I didn't like to get serious with my girlfriends. An arranged marriage was the least serious relationship I could imagine. It was more like a business deal.

  Besides, I didn't have a choice, as he had pointed out. My career was everything to me. I wouldn't jeopardize it for something as stupid as the Akuna.

  "Okay, Kartar. I didn't know what I was going to do."

  "No problem, big brother. You've helped me out more times than I can count. I owe you."

  Just like that, I was getting a wife.

  * * *

  I stood in the transporter room, feeling more nervous than I ever had before. A woman on that ship was going to be my wife. Even if we were only married for a year, it was an enormous commitment. And one taken seriously on Koccoran. I was going to get married today.

  I had never met my fiancee.

  I heard the unmistakable sound of a transporter beaming in and looked up to see a beautiful woman shimmer into solid form.

  She wasn't too tall. I estimated she would come up to my chin. But she was willowy, with long limbs, graceful fingers, and a delicate oval face. Her hair was jet-black and loose, reaching to her waist. She gazed at me with piercing blue eyes. No one on Koccoran had blue eyes. For a moment, I wondered where my brother had found her. Then I pushed the thought out of my mind. I didn't want to bring preconceived notions to the table. I wanted to form my opinion of my wife.

  The last thing I noticed about her physical appearance was that her skin was so pale it was almost translucent, and completely without a blemish. No one had skin that color on Koccoran, either. I found myself longing to touch it. Was it as smooth as it looked?

  I didn't realize I was staring at her, and I struggled to find my voice.

  "Welcome." I swallowed. "My name is Airik Buhari."

  She looked blankly at me.

  "You don't speak Galactic Standard?" I said with a frown. What kind of a marriage agency was TerraMates? Standard was a language spoken everywhere in the galaxy. Eventually, with all the millions of languages in use as populations from different planets met and interacted, it was necessary to adopt a language everyone would use that was common to all worlds.

  After the Union of Planets had passed the Language Standardization Act, all the planets that were a part of the Union were required to adopt it within twenty years. That was fifty years ago. I thought by this point everyone spoke Standard. If she didn't, I was starting to wonder about her home planet.

  "Oh, no. I speak Standard. And English."

  "English. An ancient language," I said. "Interesting. I have a fascination with ancient languages." I made a mental note to work on my English.

  I was curious where she was from, but I didn't ask. Kartar hadn't given me any info on her and it was better that I make up my mind about her without any preconceptions.

  I held out my hands crossed at the wrist. She looked down at them, and an expression of panic flitted across her face. She rubbed nervously at a bright red scar on her neck. It was in the shape of a circle. I hadn't noticed it before because her long hair hid it.

  "It's a greeting on Koccoran. Hold out your hands like mine."

  She nodded and crossed her arms. I smiled. "You must be Quinn?"

  "Yes, that's me," she said. "I'm sorry. I'm not usually such an idiot. But I'm afraid I lost the folder containing information about Koccoran culture and everything about you. I'm flying blind here."

  There was a folder? I hadn't received anything. I wondered if Kartar had forgotten to give it to me, or if he had done it on purpose.

  "Me too. I never even got a folder to lose."

  She looked as uncomfortable as I felt.

  "Shall we go? We'll be traveling to the next town over, where I live. We'll be getting married today. You know we have to get married within 24 hours, right?"

  "Right." She paused. "Are we having a religious ceremony?" She looked upset at the thought, and I won
dered why.

  "No. Marriage is a civil or social custom and is run by the government. We have no religion on Koccoran."

  "That's perfect," she said. Quinn was more relieved than I would have expected. I gave her a forced smile and turned to leave the transporter room, wishing the transport attendant long life.

  I knew the attendant was a telepath. She had a strange look on her face as I left. She had probably never seen me tongue-tied. Now that I thought about it, I don't remember having problems speaking like this before. I hoped it wouldn't continue. It would be a long year if we were going to be this uncomfortable together.

  We had only just met; I was determined to give us a chance. I needed to marry her. I didn't care if we sat in silence for an entire year. She was the reason I would keep my career.

  We arrived at the garage, and I found some warm outerwear that had arrived for her. TerraMates provided it.

  "Here you go. These are your outdoor clothes."

  Quinn stared at them with mild distaste in her eyes. "I have to change what I'm wearing?"

  "You don't know anything about Koccoran, do you?"

  She swallowed and started to shiver. It was cool in the garage because the door was always opening and shutting, letting people and air into the Transporter Center.

  "It's below zero outside," I said. "You need to protect yourself." She didn't move. "Maybe you didn't know to bring your gear?" I said, pulling on snow pants over my regular pants.

  "I don't have any gear," she said, slowly.

  "You don't? How is that possible?"

  "At home, there's no snow. It never gets colder than twenty-one degrees."

  "Wow," I said, feeling worried. "You're in for a bit of shock. We're in the middle of winter right now."

  She looked upset, but then she lifted her chin. "I'll be all right. It's just cold. Right?"

  I gave her another tight smile. "That's right."

  I wasn't smiling on the inside. This was not a positive development. I should have told Kartar to put down something about the weather or the environment. Now I was stuck with a fragile flower who wouldn't be able to handle the cold. I didn't like coddling people.