Still, he lifted his chin. “Look at my scars, Holiness—I’ve known pain. Plenty of it.”
“Not like this. I say to you now, Hybrid—the knife of love will twist in your heart and will you know true agony. Despite your mixed heritage you will form a bond—one which cannot be broken. A bond which will threaten your very life.” The priestess raised her head, a look of regal displeasure written on her strong features. “I have given you enough of my time, warrior. Now go and be at peace…if you can.”
* * * * *
Merrick shook his head as he remembered that meeting. The curse had been a bitter benediction and his parting with the high priestess still made him uneasy, although he didn’t like to admit it, even to himself.
He’d tried not to think about the foolish prophecy but it wouldn’t leave his mind. He had been going to Sylvan’s joining ceremony, and since his old friend had told him he intended to include the luck kiss in the ceremony, Merrick had assumed that the girl he performed it with would be the female the priestess spoke of. Hadn’t the prophecy included something about waking her with a kiss? But of course it turned out to be a moot point, since the run-in with the pirates had forced him to forgo his place in Sylvan’s joining.
Despite his anger and frustration at missing the ceremony, Merrick had to admit to a sneaking sense of relief, too. To be honest, he’d been dreading the luck kiss. Dreading the look of fear and horror in the poor, hapless girl’s eyes as he gathered her to him for a kiss she surely didn’t want to give. There was no way she would have gone to him willingly, no way she would have kissed him without recoiling, without blanching in fear as all females did when faced with his massive, muscular frame and scarred visage…
“Goddess damn it, stop thinking about it!” Merrick muttered savagely to himself. He gave the star-duster a little more juice, scooting past a small rust-red planet his star charts informed him was called Mars by the humans. It looked barren to him—apparently Earth itself was the only planet located in the temperate zone and suitable for habitation in the entire solar system.
Despite his best efforts, his thoughts returned once more to the prophecy—to the curse. The high priestess had to be mistaken—of that he was certain. There wasn’t any willing female waiting for him out there in the vast reaches of the universe. Even his own mother had feared him before he left home—how could he expect anything different from any other female he met? Just as well, he thought, urging the ship to an even higher speed. Don’t need a female. Don’t need anyone. Need is weakness and I’m not fucking weak.
Earth was coming into view now, as well as its one lonely moon. Circling the pale, pocked lunar surface, he saw two massive ships. One, which had smaller vessels hustling back and forth between its docking bay and the Earth below, was obviously the Kindred Mother Ship. The other was the abandoned hulk of the Fathership—all that remained of the once malevolent Scourge.
Merrick shook his head in awe as he looked at the dark and drifting Fathership. He’d heard that the Kindred’s old enemy had been destroyed with the help of the AllFather’s own son but it had been difficult to believe. Seeing the proof brought home the truth that the Scourge threat really was no more.
He was about to turn his star-duster toward the Mother ship when a sensor on his console beeped. Looking down at it, Merrick frowned. “A life pod, huh? Tell me more.” His little ship had a built-in scavenger function that was always scanning for valuable finds. That was how he had had found the equipment which became his worm hole generator—the star-duster had detected the long lost alien technology and brought it to his attention.
He hit a few buttons and swiped the info-panel with his thumb, requesting a more detailed scan. The read-out came back at once and Merrick’s mismatched eyes raced as he read it.
“Scourge life pod—probably jettisoned from the Fathership—but no vital signs aboard. Just a bunch of old equipment and…hmmm, that’s interesting.” His super sensitive scanners had picked up a signal so faint he was certain anyone else would have missed it. It was probably just deep space parasites but something about the signal piqued Merrick’s interest.
Going after the abandoned life pod might take awhile. It appeared to be floating in a huge cloud of debris and sorting through the lot would be a time consuming process. Merrick almost passed it up—his finger hovering over the autopilot control that would lead him directly to the Mother Ship’s docking bay.
But something made him stop. Call it intuition or hybrid luck or whatever you wanted, but something about the signal from the life pod called to him.
The skin at the back of his neck prickled and a chill ran down his spine. It was the same, strange feeling he’d had when he had found the alien tech which eventually became his wormhole generator. Something different here, a little voice seemed to whisper at the back of his brain. Something that might be important—damn important.
Merrick let his finger drop and grabbed the steering yoke with both hands instead. Sylvan had waited this long, he was sure his old friend wouldn’t mind waiting a little longer. Before he went to the Mother Ship to make his apologies, he wanted to find out what was in that pod.
Chapter Nine
They were about three standard days away from Tranq Prime when the next spasm of pain hit.
Nadiah had been expecting it—dreading it—since before they’d left the Mother Ship. After all, her fiancée had made it abundantly clear he didn’t intend to stop pulling on the blood bond until she submitted to him and agreed to their bonding. Still, she’d gone several days without pain, which had made her start hoping that maybe her parents had taken a hand in the matter. Possibly her mother had complained or her father had instructed Y’dex not to hurt her any more. She had even begun to relax a little—had stopped fearing that sharp, burning stab beneath her heart quite so much.
So when the flaming knife slid between her ribs, it came as an unwelcome, though not completely unexpected surprise.
When it happened, Nadiah was in the tiny food prep area of the small ship, making herself a cup of hot chocolate. It was a sweet, creamy Earth drink she’d learned to love while aboard the Mother Ship. As a parting gift, Sophia had made sure she had a large supply of the tiny packets filled with light brown powder for which Nadiah was eternally grateful. The warm, soothing drink seemed to ease her mind and make her feel less unhappy somehow, and just at that moment she felt a great need for what Kat called “the healing power of chocolate.”
It wasn’t just the upcoming challenge that made her upset and anxious—it was the state of her relationship with Rast. Not that what they had could even properly be called a relationship.
In every old book and story Nadiah had read as a child, the male who dared to challenge the blood bond was passionately in love with and utterly committed to the female he was challenging for. The stories seemed to indicate that it was the intensity of the challenger’s love as much as the strength of his blood that broke the bond. But there was nothing like that between herself and the human detective—nothing but a vague uneasiness and uncertainty.
Nadiah had tried talking to him but their conversations always came out awkward and stilted. He never seemed to look at her, even when he was talking to her, and he never initiated the conversation. She was growing tired of seeking him out and trying to exchange pleasantries, hoping that they might turn into something more meaningful, which they never did.
Even worse than their stilted conversations was the fact that Rast seemed to go out of his way not to touch her. If their hands touched by accident or their bodies brushed against each other in the ship’s single, narrow corridor, he jumped away as though he’d been stung. It was painfully obvious he wanted nothing to do with her—not even in a friendly way.
Back on the Mother Ship, Nadiah had wondered if Rast was acting as her champion because he felt something for her…or simply because of his own sad past experiences. Now she was sure she had her answer. It was time to face the facts—Rast didn’t actually like her v
ery much. He was acting as her champion out of pity and his own past pain. And how could he possibly win the challenge if he didn’t really care? If he had no love or passion for her with which to break the bond?
She had been mulling over this depressing thought, and filling a mug full of steaming water for hot chocolate, when the pain hit. It stabbed her so suddenly that she couldn’t even scream. Instead, she gave a high, breathless gasp and fell to the floor, spilling the scalding water all over her tharp.
The knife twisted and Nadiah doubled in agony, the pain sinking its claws into her like an angry beast. Such torture left little room to think of anything else but one corner of her mind was still clear enough to fear for her delicate, one of a kind tharp. It was still young and tender—easily hurt. She could feel it writhing against her skin, in as much pain as she was, from the scalding water she’d spilled on it. But until the spasm from the blood bond passed, she could do nothing to ease it.
Then, though she would have sworn she’d fallen almost soundlessly, Rast was there. He’d been up in cockpit in the pilot’s chair studying star charts earlier and several doors and rooms were between that area of the ship and the food prep area. Still, there he was, holding her and looking anxiously into her eyes.
“Is he doing it again? The pain’s back?” he demanded.
Nadiah nodded, unable to speak as another bolt of pain shot through her.
“That bastard!” Rast looked angry enough to kill and Nadiah had a brief, hazy thought that she was glad that look wasn’t directed at her. Then he asked, “What can I do?”
“Th-tharp,” she gasped, plucking at the wounded garment which still writhed against her skin.
Rast looked down at it. The tharp was changing colors rapidly, unable to hold any particular shade or form due to its pain. “What the hell is wrong with it?”
“Take…off,” Nadiah managed to gasp. “Spilled…hot on it. Put…cold water.”
He looked doubtful. “How will stripping you naked and dunking your dress in cold water help?”
Nadiah was out of breath for talking and out of patience for explaining. Reaching up, she grabbed a handful of Rast’s shirt and yanked him down. “Just…do it,” she panted. “Hurry!”
His eyes widened but he didn’t ask any more questions. Quickly, he jerked the wounded tharp over her head and stood to push it under the cold tap at the sink unit. Nadiah lay naked and shivering on the floor as he doused it thoroughly.
“There.” Rast knelt beside her, his eyes filled with worry. “It’s soaking in cold water in the sink. Better?”
She nodded. “Thank you.”
“Welcome.” He didn’t seem to know where to look and she realized she was still naked. She was about to ask for some clothes when another spasm of pain hit.
“Ahh!” It was a moan of pure anguish and Nadiah couldn’t stop the hot tears that came to her eyes. They spilled over her cheeks, adding humiliation to her agony. She didn’t want Rast to see her crying. Didn’t want him to pity her or see how weak she was…
“Son of a bitch!” Rast growled, scooping her up. “Come on, I’m taking you to the bed.”
Stripped of her dignity as well as her tharp, Nadiah could do nothing but cling to him as he settled on the bed in one of the two tiny sleep chambers at the back of the ship.
“I’ll get you something to wear.” Rast started to put her down but then another spasm hit and another. Nadiah’s fingers clenched in the material of his shirt and she couldn’t make herself let go.
“Sorry,” she gasped, looking up at him. “Know you don’t like…don’t want…”
“Don’t want what?” He frowned down at her, stroking her damp hair away from her forehead.
“Don’t want to touch me,” Nadiah whispered, looking away as the pain lessened somewhat. “I’m sorry. I’ll get up.”
“No.” He pulled her closer. “No, stay right where you are.” He rubbed her back gently, his large hand soothing and warm. “Does this help?” he murmured.
Strangely enough, it did help. The warmth of his big body surrounding hers and his dark, masculine scent seemed to ease the tremors of pain that still echoed through her body.
“Yes.” Nadiah nodded, her cheek pressed to his chest. The low, steady rhythm of his heart was comforting. “I…I don’t know why but it does.”
“Then just relax.” Rast stroked her hair. “We’ll wait it out together. Here.” He pulled the blanket at the foot of the small bed over her, covering her nakedness and making her feel more at ease. Not that the hideous knifing pain had left much room for modesty but still, she had never exposed her body to a male before and she was shy.
They stayed like that for a long time, long after the sharp, burning spasms of pain had past and Nadiah found herself feeling strangely comfortable in his arms. She should have felt self-conscious about being naked in the arms of a male but somehow she didn’t. Rast rocked her gently and stroked her hair, as though she was a fretful child wakened by a nightmare. After awhile, she became aware that he was humming in a low, tuneful voice under his breath.
“What’s that you’re humming?” she murmured, feeling too warm and sleepy to speak up. “It’s beautiful.”
“Just a song from Earth.”
“What is it about? Does it have words?”
Rast shifted a little. “It’s, uh, about love. A man telling a woman how much he loves her and how he’ll do anything to prove it.” He sighed. “And yeah, it has words.”
“Sing them to me,” Nadiah begged. “Please,” she added, when he seemed to be hesitating. “I think it might help me feel better.”
“Yeah, right,” Rast muttered but then he began to sing anyway, in a warm baritone that seemed to echo through Nadiah’s entire body.
“When the rain is blowing in your face,
And the whole world is on your case,
I could offer you a warm embrace
To make you feel my love…
When the evening shadows and the stars appear
And there is no one to dry your tears,
I could hold you for a million years,
To make you feel my love…”
There were several more verses along the same lines and Rast sang them softly, still rocking her. Nadiah found herself charmed and strangely touched by the soft refrain. It was almost as though the words had been written just for her, as though Rast really meant what he was singing.
Don’t be stupid, she told herself sternly. He doesn’t really feel that way about you—it’s just a song, a silly Earth song that doesn’t mean anything. But if it didn’t mean anything, then why did her heart feel like it was going to burst? Why did she wish that she would never have to leave the comforting circle of his arms? Why did…
“Hey…” Rast’s soft voice got her attention and she looked up.
“Yes?”
“Is he hurting you again?” He cupped her cheek and swiped a thumb under her eye. “You’re crying.”
“No.” Nadiah shook her head and rubbed at her eyes briskly. “The pain has stopped for now. It was just…just that your song touched me.”
“Oh.” Rast didn’t seem to know what to say. “Uh, well…”
“I’m better now. I’ll get up.” Determined to regain her dignity, Nadiah pushed out of his lap and wobbled to her feet. She tried to take the blanket with her but it slithered out of her hands and fell in a heap at her feet. “Oops!” She reached for it, her cheeks hot with embarrassment, but Rast was too quick for her.
“Here.” He grabbed the blue blanket and whisked it around her shoulders. “I’ll get you something else to wear. Where are your clothes?”
“I don’t have any.” Nadiah shook her head. “I only brought one tharp with me.”
He raised an eyebrow. “Seriously? You only brought one outfit? Tranq Prime women must be more different from Earth females than I thought.”
“My tharp is one of a kind. It configures itself to any form or color I want,” Nadiah explained. “It can
even imitate the clothing others are wearing. I used it as my bridesmaid’s dress during Sophia and Sylvan’s joining ceremony.”
He frowned. “Wow—that’s some talented dress. Well…I guess I can try to dry it out.”
“No, don’t.” Nadiah put out a hand to stop him and nearly lost the blanket again. “It’s been injured. It needs time to heal.”
“Well you can’t go walking around the ship wearing next to nothing.” He eyed the slippery blue blanket clutched around her shoulders balefully.
Nadiah stiffened. “I’m sorry if you find the sight of me naked distasteful. I’ll be sure to stay in my room where you won’t have to look at me until my tharp is healed.”
“No, damn it—that’s not what I meant!” He shook his head. “It’s not that I don’t want to see you naked. It’s that I—” He stopped abruptly, his face going red. “Never mind. You can borrow some of my clothes.”
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