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Ascension Saga, Book 9
Interstellar Brides® Program: Ascension Saga
Grace Goodwin
Interstellar Brides® Program: Ascension Saga Book 9
Copyright © 2018 by Grace Goodwin
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Goodwin, Grace
Interstellar Brides® Program: Ascension Saga Book 9
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This book was written for an adult audience. The book may contain explicit sexual content. Sexual activities included in this book are strictly fantasies intended for adults and any activities or risks taken by fictional characters within the story are neither endorsed nor encouraged by the author or publisher.
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Prologue
Queen Celene – Optimus Unit Prison, Cell Level C
I stared at the wall, trying, once more, to use my power.
Nothing. I’d been too long from the citadel, the bond grown too weak to use as I once had.
The last time I’d truly used my gift, it had saved my life. It had often felt like yesterday when I’d had to flee, but now… it felt like a lifetime ago.
I needed to return to the citadel. Reconnect. Become strong, as I was long ago. My daughters needed me. Alera needed their queen. First, I needed to escape.
The cleric bitch who’d threatened my daughters was gone. Had been for days. I had no idea if she were dead or alive. I’d been well-treated since then, strangely so considering the misery when I’d first been taken. Not that it mattered. I had to get out of here. Time was ticking in my mind like the countdown on a bomb.
Something had changed, something significant. The moment that cleric had murdered the guard I thought of as Scarface, everything had shifted.
My clothes were warmer.
There had been no more beatings. Before that even, if I thought about it,
