Alien Insertion: An Alien Warrior Romance (The Tuorin Legacy Book 4) by Immortal Angel Page A

we had to come. No one else would volunteer for this mission.”
    I stiffen. Something’s going on here, but I’m not exactly sure what it is. Juordin is related to these men? With his brown-and-gold hair and purple eyes, they look nothing alike, except in stature and bearing. And even with their beauty, Juordin is far more handsome than these two.
    Juordin swallows loudly beside me. “I don’t even know if I can ask this of you. The odds of success on this mission are fairly low, and the current survival rate of our teams against the Ardaks is…abysmal.” He clears his throat. “But we need you, and having you two will greatly increase our chances.”
    His words give me pause. What is it about his two cousins that make them such a powerful team?
    The two handsome warriors nod their heads. “It’s an honor to join you, Commander,” says the one on the left with a snappy salute.
    “Your Highness,” says the other, winking at Juordin’s father. They about-face together and make their way back to the exit.
    And then it hits me.
    This is the full line of succession. Casin, Corin, and Juordin. And His Highness— Juordin’s father—is the king.
    Which makes Juordin the prince.
    My mind reels. Why haven’t I seen it before? His sense of honor, his duty to his people.
    Then the full impact of the king’s orders hits me. No leader would send all the young males of a family line on a mission like this.
    Not unless they had no hope for the future.
    For a minute, all I can do is look at the two men in front of me, and the two exiting the room. I see my own people in their faces; I can feel their sense of loss.
    “Is there anything else you need, sir?” Redonim’s quiet voice breaks into my thoughts. He looks at Shimi and Helena, shifting from foot to foot. “We should probably get ready for the journey.”
    “Of course. Good luck. I know you’ll be in good hands.” The king looks at his son with pride.
    They exit the room, closing the door behind them, leaving just the three of us alone together. There is tension in the room I don’t completely understand. But for some reason, I feel as if I’m invading a private moment.
    Juordin’s father drifts to a window, staring out at a city covered in red dust, bathed in the soft orange glow of an evening sun. Juordin follows him, as well as I, but I stop a short distance away, looking between them and the door.
    Should I stay?
    The king puts a hand on his son’s shoulder. “You know that what happened in the cave is not your fault. The Ardaks are…formidable. No one could have fought more valiantly, or with better success, than you.”
    Juordin nods once and looks at me, “This last time, Ande was our secret weapon. I don’t know if we would have survived without her.”
    His father turns back to me. “I can’t say how pleased I am that you are my son’s mate. That you two have met under such terrible circumstances is a tragedy. But still, I can’t help but be glad you did.”
    I drift closer to them. They both stare at me, as if waiting for my response.
    I’m hesitant to speak, but know I have to. “I have a request, sir.”
    Their matching purple eyes take on the same intense glow.
    “What is it?” the king asks.
    “I believe we should take Solim on our journey. I’d like him to speak to our healers about a possible plant cure.”
    Speaking my idea aloud fills me with both uncertainty and excitement. I gathered from their body language at the last meeting that these people feel Solim isn’t entirely right in the head. The older man is a bit eccentric, but I feel deep in my heart that he may hold the answer to all of this. He’s the only scientist that doesn’t think my simple idea about the plant cure isn’t a ridiculous one. And although he’s strange, I fully believe he’s also a genius.
    I hold my breath as I stare at the two men. Will they think my request a foolish one?
    The king‘s purple gaze flies to Juordin.
    My warrior nods slowly,