Harmony suffers regeneration on a world that should not exist and meets a man who defies impossibility to declare himself her match.
Harmony enjoyed her life as a courier for the Alliance, but it all came to a halt when she was sucked into a storm of light and gas that her computer could not see. Agony is her final thought, but when she wakes again, she finds that her body has been recreated because the original…the less said the better.
Nero has been working as a restorer for three hundred years on a world where the only new members of the population fall from the sky. He sees spirit in Harmony, and when she declares that she only wants him for his body, he is smitten.
They face the stars that brought them together and work in their different ways to bring their community into harmony with a world as trapped as they are.
Her first memories were of thrashing around and pounding on a clear wall in a panic. Breathing in fluid was wrong. She knew it was wrong, and she wanted out.
A platform rose up under her and spilled her out onto a flat surface. She coughed the liquid out and sucked in sweet air that burned as it provided her with precisely what she wanted.
“Slow down, miss. You have been through a trauma.”
Gentle hands stroked her face. The voice was kind and excited at the same time. The flat surface she was on swung out and lowered her until the man with the kind voice could roll her onto the next table.
He covered her with a soft cloth and smiled at her. “Hold still please while I check to make sure that you are completely recovered.”
“Where am I? What happened?”
He cleared his throat. “I will answer your questions once I am sure that you have been repaired to my satisfaction.”
She kept herself quiet while the scanner ran a beam over her from head to toe. It gave her time to take a good look at the man studying the readout.
He wasn’t brown, he wasn’t blue, but he was something in between. His skin was a few shades lighter than her own, but the blue tinge made up for it. His hair was the truly striking thing about him; it was deep crimson and was braided and studded with small bits of silver and bronze.
His ears were pointed sharply at the tips, decorated with metal, like his hair, and the rest of his features were lean and elegant. He was very pretty, but she didn’t know who he was any more than she knew who she was.
He sighed and smiled. “You are fine. Your body is wonderful. Now, we need to set your mind in place.”
“Sit up, please.” He had a halo in his hands with small tabs set around it.
She sat up but cringed back. “Why?”
“You were damaged in a storm. Your memories were blurred, but I have a download of what were able to recover. The halo has them stored and will restore them to you.”
She blinked suspiciously. “How do I know that you won’t put something else I my mind?”
“I am a medical professional. I will not take advantage of you. On my honour, you will come to no harm by my hand.” He placed his hand on the centre of his chest.
She swallowed and nodded, bowing her head forward to accept the halo.
“There will be a tingle, but as these are your memories, you should be able to absorb the information without pain.”
She inhaled on a shaky breath and watched him as he pressed the keys that would show her who she was.
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