Michaelerus was fit to be tied. She’d left him. Slunk away like a Tradorian thief in the middle of the night. Dammit. He sighed long and hard, trying to get the image of her face caught in that moment when she surrendered to Oblivion out of his mind. She was so beautiful. Exquisite. Then she went and did something like this. She ought to count herself lucky if he didn’t put her over his knee and spank some sense into her for leaving their bedroom. He raked his hand through his hair as he followed her trail to another dead end. He wasn’t surprised that she’d gotten lost on the massive ship. Hell, he had crew stationed on the ship who still couldn’t navigate some of the areas without precise instructions. “Computer, please check for the location of Princess Jada.” He didn’t even know why he bothered. The supposedly “all knowing” and “all seeing” computer couldn’t find her either. It was as if she’d disappeared. “No location found for Princess Jada.” The voice sounded in his head.
