Chapter 32
MAK
The Sombra’sintricate hour matched lighting created a stunning amber haze over the ship’s interior.
The shadows in Mak’s office stretched long across the floor, the ethereal light filtering through the towering windows illuminating the polished marble floors.
He was deep in a meeting, surrounded by various representatives from families throughout the flotilla, discussing a new supply deal.
It was all routine. Stale, predictable.
His mind wandered as he gazed out over the view of space outside the port window.
His thoughts flicked to Saba, the one wild card in his life, the one soul with a key to his heart.
The one woman he was getting freakin’ addicted to.
He couldn’t wait for this day to be over so he’d rush home to her, see that soft smile on her face, and how her eyes lit up when -.
A knock on the door snapped him back to the present, as Miral and Kaal strode in.
Both their faces were carved in stone, their urgent prowling raising Mak’s hackles.
‘Give us the room,’ Kaal barked, his utterance commanding.
Mak’s brow arched, but when their eyes met, a cold chill crept up his spine.
The tension in the room shifted, the air thickening with foreboding.
The executives shuffled out, their furtive glances filled with quiet curiosity.
Kaal’s voice cut through the silence.
‘She’s gone,’ he growled, his tone barely a whisper.
Mak’s world tilted. ‘Who?’ he rasped, already fearing the reply.
‘Your wife,’ Miral said. ‘She didn’t show up at the labs this morning. I tried calling her, and when she didn’t answer, I attempted to locate her using her ring pings. I found it in pieces on the aft hold floor. We can’t find her.’
His heart skipped a beat, and every muscle in his body tensed. ‘Saba? Are you sure?’ His voice was tight with a panic he didn’t often feel.
Kaal nodded grimly. ‘This time, it wasn’t her will. We’ve got footage of her at the rear deck, getting bundled onto a ship by masked figures. She didn’t leave on her own.’
Cold dread washed over him as his gaze swept to the view beyond the window.
The ship outside blurred as the horrifying realization sank in. She hadn’t left of her own volition. She’d been taken.
Rage flared within him, dark and fierce, a firestorm threatening to consume him.
Mak’s eyes narrowed, a quiet fury simmering beneath the surface. ‘Any idea who’s behind it?’ he rasped, not needing to hear the answer.
Kaal’s eyes glinted as he stared back at Mak, then shook his head.
‘Nada,’ he said after a beat.
‘Fokk, get everyone in here.’
The boardroom quickly transformed into a war room.
