Chapter Sixteen

VEN

I glided into the large ballroom after we passed through security, feeling like my feet were barely touching the floor. The way Emmy had looked before we entered the room dramatically affected me. My heart was still pounding from the heat in her eyes.

She came off like a dream, wearing a long dress that swept the floor. The bodice was tight around her chest, putting her large breasts on display. The rest of the dress curved over her sensual hips on its way to the ground. She was turning me on so much that I had to focus my attention elsewhere so I wouldn’t embarrass myself.

I had never been attracted to a curvy woman before. The tall, slender women from my dating history were usually thin. No hips, no butts, and small breasts. I had slept with plenty and enjoyed every moment.

But now that I had Emmy on my arm, I was beginning to wonder what I had ever seen in those types of women in the first place. The dress hugged her luscious curves in a way I didn’t know I desired until I saw it. I wasn’t the only one who noticed. She was turning male heads all over the place as we walked through the packed room.

The atmosphere was romantic. Music filled the dimly-lit ballroom. People held drink glasses as big as bowls and drained them as quickly as possible. Lavish furnishings and luxurious decor packed every corner.

She stopped before an ancient stone wheel on display in the main party room.

“Do you know the history of this object too?”

Emmy barely heard me. She looked entranced and put her hand on the glass case as if she wanted to touch the smooth stone. “It’s a depiction of the Stone Goddess. She’s always shown as a wheel that has no beginning and no end.”

I wasn't impressed.

She read a placard describing the artifact. “The Stone Goddess leaves no survivors. I’m not sure what it means, but I bet we get a chance to find out.” She gave me a dazzling smile. “The Stone Goddess is tomorrow’s problem. We should dance now.” She reached out her hand and pulled me onto the dance floor.

“We’ll be able to see more this way,” she whispered. “Move me around the room.”

I was happy to hold her in my arms. I took her hand, lowering my arm around her waist. When I pulled her body next to me, I knew I didn’t want a wealthy but boring life any longer. It had been fun for a while, and nice having anything I wanted. But that life was ultimately meaningless. I wanted something and someone more. The person I wanted was in my arms right now. I glanced down at Emmy, who was dazzled either by the opulence or my proximity.

“Emmy.” I wasn’t sure how to express the words in my heart.

“Yes?” Her voice sounded strangled. I wondered again if she was affected by my presence as I was by hers. She had enjoyed our stolen kiss on the spaceship, but I told her we were going to remain friends.

“Do you remember what I said after we kissed?” Her breathing quickened.

“Of course. Our relationship will be strictly platonic. If I wanted you...” She hesitated, her skin turning a delicate pink as her voice dropped lower. “...in my bed, I would have to make the first move. Why? Do you want me to change my mind?”

“I’m just making sure you remembered.”

She looked troubled by my words, but I had a feeling that she was getting to the point where her desire for me would outweigh her objections. She was holding onto her ideals because she was scared.

To be honest, she wasn’t the only one. The possibility of falling in love with Emmy was disturbing. I wasn’t ready for the level of truth required in such a relationship.

But whenever I stared into Emmy’s soft brown eyes, I knew I couldn’t simply let her go, either.

Wasn’t I a brave man? A soldier? If I could risk my life in battle, why couldn’t I risk my heart with an Earth woman? Part of me knew an authentic relationship with Emmy would be more difficult than putting my life on the line. If I made a mistake in battle, at least I was dead and my problems were over.

Her body moved to the music, shifting against mine. I wondered what it would feel like if she moved underneath me as I buried myself into her body.

“What are you thinking?” she whispered. We were dancing close enough for me to feel her nipples against my chest.

I whispered into her ear, making her shiver. “If I told you, it wouldn’t be considered polite conversation.”

“Where would it be considered polite conversation?” I knew she was out of her depth.

“You’ll have to come to my bed if you want to find out.”

Maybe she wasn’t out of her depth. She ground her body closer to me, making me draw in a quick breath.

“Don’t make suggestions if you’re not prepared to follow up on them.” She put her cheek on my shoulder, but not before I saw her blush.

“I mean it. See me tonight and find out how much.”

I heard her swallow, and she shuddered. I smiled in satisfaction. Maybe I would have a midnight visitor, or maybe I wouldn’t, but I knew she was interested. It was only a matter of time before she succumbed to the pull between us.

Would she realize we were good together? We hadn’t had much time, but there was something about us that instantly clicked. I wondered if fate brought us one another.

“I thought your type was tall, blonde, and skinny.” She lifted her head to look me in the eyes. Would I never live that down?

“That was long ago when I was young and dumb. I’ve changed my type since then.”

“Oh?” I heard a spark in her voice. “And what’s your type now?”

“Short, curvy, and feisty.” I lowered my voice so only she could hear me. “With breasts I could get lost in.”

“Stop.” She cut me off, and I wondered if I had offended her. When I looked down at her face, I realized she had seen something.

“Look over there.” She gestured with her finger. I looked where she was pointing, but didn’t see anything important enough to interrupt our sexy banter. Emmy’s eyes looked focused, though, and the time for joking had passed.

“That mirror is critical. Let’s go check it out.”

I strained my neck, but I could barely see it from the ballroom. “Lead on, my lady.” I gestured with my hand.

“Don’t call me that.” Emmy led me across the crowded room. “I’m not a lady.”

“Maybe not, but you’re going to be mine.”

She didn’t answer me. I wondered if she had heard me amidst all the noise. I liked the thought of possessing her, but I knew that would come with other problems. If that happened, she would own part of me as well. There was no way for me to gain her heart without losing mine.

“I don’t belong to anyone.”

She did hear me. I couldn’t argue with her, but I wanted to.

It was easy for us to drift off down the hall, ending up in front of the mirror. A volatile mass of dancing and drinking bodies filled the main room. It seemed like the festival of the Stone Goddess celebrated the blessing of Heralla with spirits. The main event consisted of consuming as much alcohol as possible using glasses the size of soup bowls.

People were already stumbling and falling over each other. By morning, the floor would be littered with hungover bodies and smell like sex.

“I think this mirror is over a thousand years old.”

“How do you know?”

“It was created for the first queen on Heralla. That statue was made in her image.” She pointed to a remarkably life-like bust of a woman on the mantle above the fireplace. “The monks gave the mirror to her as a present. Morley and I researched this planet to death. We know everything an outsider can know about its history.”

“If you know everything, then what are we supposed to do now?”

“We had a poem linked to the mirror. On our last attempt, Morley nearly penetrated the monk’s outer defenses on the mountain, but he got stuck. He found a cave that was supposed to contain a passage to Zelia's ladle. The only thing in the cave was a mirror, just like this one.”

“He made it that far, then gave up and left?” It sounded strange to me.

“Yeah, it’s a little odd. But Morley thinks he missed something, and the poem would help us open the gate.” Emmy began to recite.

It looks like glass but yet it’s not

If you look through an awful lot

Secrets will begin to show

The glass will melt like fallen snow

“It’s not the best poetry, but I guess itt doesn’t matter for an ancient riddle,” I muttered to myself.

“It loses something in the translation.”

We both sank into silence.

“What if the mirror is the gate?” Emmy looked around to see if anyone heard her. Tentatively, she reached out to touch it. Her fingers ran along the glass, and Emmy made a sound of frustration.

Solving riddles wasn’t my specialty, but this seemed simple enough. All we had to do was follow the directions. “I think you should stand in front of the mirror and look into it.”

Emmy shook her head. I could see she thought my solution was too easy. Part of me agreed with her. It probably wouldn’t work, but it didn’t hurt to try.

She stood in front of the mirror and looked into her reflection. As I watched her face, I saw an almost invisible, thin beam of red light focus on her retina.

“Something is scanning your eye.”

She didn’t move. “Do you think it’s finished?”

“I don’t see a laser anymore. Is there anything different about the mirror?”

Emmy reached out her hand slowly, almost reverently, and touched the mirror. Nothing happened. It was still hard glass.

“Perhaps it knows you’re not the queen. Would the scan be keyed to the queen’s eye?”

“They have to be looking for something. The mirror must be the gate, and we have to figure out how to open it.”

She shook her head. “Other people needed access. What if one of the monks wanted to use the ladle? They must have had a way inside.”

Emmy looked at the bust of the queen and snatched it up. A light went on and I knew an alarm started ringing somewhere. She ignored the light and came back to the mirror, holding the bust up in front of her face and making the statue look at itself in the mirror. I watched the laser scan the bust’s eye. We heard a soft beep and Emmy drew in a sharp breath.

“I hope that worked.” She placed the bust back on the mantle and returned to the mirror.

When she reached out to tap it, I expected to hear her fingers rapping on hard glass again. But when she touched the mirror this time, her fingertips went through.

I realized that we might not even be looking at a mirror. Was it a type of sophisticated holographic technology, creating the illusion of a reflection? If so, how was she able to touch it before? And why couldn’t she touch it now?

“There’s nothing there anymore.”

“We don’t have time to waste. When you took the bust, it set off an alarm. Abel’s men can’t be far behind.”

“I know.” With a smile in my direction, Emmy stepped through the mirror and disappeared.