Out of her body and lost in space, Wiyra finds solace and help in the form of a tracker who has his own designs on her physical self.

Wiyra is an astral investigator. She can leave her body and search any specific point in space that she wishes. She merely has to know its location before she leaves herself. A problem arises when she leaves to examine some mineral deposits and returns to the place her body should be, only to find it missing.

Her entire home is missing. Her cousins, grandfather and brothers are all gone with no trace. There is only one person she can turn to, and while it makes her grit her astral teeth, she heads to Citadel Reevish.

Master Tracker Burin is woken from a sound sleep by an astral hand in his head, and while he is startled, delight soon follows. Wiyra has come to him for help and the Citadel does nothing for free. He has her right where he wants her…as soon as he finds her.

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Six hours out of her body was enough for one day, she returned her astral form to the drifted locale where it should be and ran into a slight problem. The mother-platform was gone. All the surrounding asteroids were in the proper alignment, but the platform where her family and her body were was gone.

Son-of-a-bitch.

“Wake up, Master Tracker Burin, I need your help.” She carried on the conversation with her hand inside his skull. It was the only way she could transmit her thoughts into something he would understand.

It had been hard to force her way into Citadel Reevish. The tower and the Masters’ quarters were fully lined against psychic spillage. Apparently, she qualified, but she was also very determined.

He opened his blue-green eyes and jolted in surprise. “I have had this dream, but you were in your body at the time.”

“That is my problem. Someone has stolen my body and my family platform.” She really didn’t want to be here. The last time she had spoken to Burin, he had offered her an amazing amount of money to join Citadel Reevish. She had rudely turned him down and told him where to stuff his offer. Now, she was sitting in his bedroom with her hand inside his skull. Life was unpredictable.

He chuckled. “You are joking.”

He sat up and she moved with him, trying to ignore the muscular nudity of his form. “Could you put some clothes on?”

She had to stay up on her toes, almost pressed against him in her astral form. He couldn’t feel her directly, but she had been told that the experience was rather stimulating as her electrical impulses interacted with the person she touched.

“Why do you have your hand in my head?”

“It fools your brain into thinking that I am talking. Otherwise, I have to act it out with hand signals and that is no fun for either of us.” Wiyra scowled, knowing that she was just a vague glow to him, a black and white outline of her own body.

“What do you want me to do?” He crossed his arms and leaned against his desk.

“I want you to find me. I will pay you.”

“There is only one currency that I want. You know what I want from you.” He looked at her eye-line, and she could almost believe that he could see her clearly.

“Refresh my memory.”