Helix found the rhythm, alternating strokes, and when he stiffened and quivered, he was still hearing Qalu in his head. He gasped her name at the height of release and fell back, breathing hard. The study underestimated how good he felt afterward, the glowing sensation and absolute relaxation. For a time, Helix slept, and when he joined Qalu for dinner later, he gave no sign that he knew what she’d done—or what he’d done in response to that information.

They chatted amicably about future plans and played with Aevi afterward. It occurred to him that he’d never known such contentment. Since Qalu asked for nothing, he wanted to give her everything.

But I have nothing to give.

Nothing except his body, which she’d said was inappropriate. He didn’t feel helpless or victimized, but she was right in that he had no other resources. Perhaps if he became self-sufficient, capable of looking after himself, she would allow a deeper connection. But if that came to pass, he would also have no reason to stay.

The conundrum gnawed at him.

“Is something wrong?” she asked.

Both she and Aevi were staring. Possibly he had been silent too long, leaving a question unanswered. Before he had to admit that he had not been attending to the conversation, the chime rang, signaling that they had a visitor.

“That better not be Inatol and the rest of my mothers. They were just here!”

“Shall I greet our caller?”

Qalu was already hurrying toward the front of the domicile. “I’ll do it.” A pause, as she made her way to the entrance. “How can I help you?”

A booming voice rang out, audible even where Helix stood. “Apologies for intruding so late, but it’s an urgent matter. Agent Atarr and I represent the ATA. We have some questions regarding a recent incident. May we come in?”

ATA. He retrieved a memory regarding Tiralan agencies and recalled that acronym stood for Adjutant Travel Authority. Judging by her tight expression upon returning, this intrusion heralded nothing good. There were two Tiralan with her, clad in uniform swators, badges on their shoulders. Stiff bearing reinforced their martial affiliations, and Qalu seemed downright fearful. All the relaxation Helix had enjoyed evaporated, as he gleaned there was reason to fear.

“Is something wrong?” he asked her.

One of the visitors responded, “We hope not, but that’s what we’re here to find out.”

“Sorry?” Qalu said.

“There was a crash nearby. We’re investigating the possibility that there might have been a fugitive on board.”

Every cell in Qalu’s body chilled to subzero but she couldn’t reveal her sudden fear.

“Please come in,” she said, bending in a gracious greeting.