brilliant light, also surrounded in beautiful foliage. It
was all so beautiful. An odd surrounding for a warrior. It was almost as if a woman’s touch had been added.
The cave was a deep contrast to the Tonan slave camp where everything was dull and gray like
the cruel warriors. Zoe had to admit this creature’s color was more pleasing.
He wasn’t the sick gray or frightening glare of black. His almost white
polished outer armor moved with him like a second skin. Zoe wondered what he
looked like underneath. She knew he was concealed. Both the Tonans ’
and Castians ’ armor absorbed back into their bodies
when not in use. Zoe had been amazed when she first witnessed it, but it was
true. They were unshakable when armored and weighed a great deal. Of the
creatures she had seen, all had shoulder-length black or blond hair. Most had
brown eyes but a few were blue-eyed or green-eyed; the other, Loy, had gray
eyes. She wondered what color this creature’s eyes were.
Doss stopped to look at her again. Zoe didn’t move,
didn’t breathe, didn’t blink. She wondered what he was
waiting for. He was toying with her. Zoe pulled the sheets tighter around her
and Doss began pacing again. Zoe distracted herself by looking at the cave
interior. The ceiling was about twenty feet high. It was light inside but she
had no idea where the light came from. There were about six cone-shaped black
cylinders on the ground. Maybe they had something to do with it.
She saw a replicator and her mouth watered knowing
there was food in there. The Tonans had given her
nothing but a simple piece of leathery fruit each day and brackish water. But
humans had those replicators in their homes. The Tonans had made friends with some very stupid men in the beginning. They were given
replicators to make their lives easier, anything they wanted, the human men
only need ask. In exchange, the Tonans were shown
human strengths—none compared to the Tonans ’ armor.
The slaughter started next. The women were taken. Zoe clenched her teeth; her
parents had been butchered. Zoe had been out riding Caveat and had returned to
the gruesome scene. So many lives lost. Such horrible
brutality.
She would not
cry.
Doss stopped again, she knew he must be looking at her
but with the bulb covered eyes it was hard to tell. “What do you want?” Zoe
whispered.
“Your emotions change so fast I wrap my head around
one feeling and you already have another. Great Lord, how the hell do human men
stand it?”
“They don’t any more ,” Zoe
replied, her voice quiet. “The Tonans killed them.”
“I’m not a Tonan .”
“I can see that. Not Tonan or Castian . What are you?”
“I am someone who can keep you safe.”
“You stole me from Caveat.” Her tone was accusing.
“Do you really think a stallion can take care of you?”
“He has for a year.”
“The Tonans know of your
existence. No doubt they have found the body of the filth I killed. They will
go after you. Not me.”
“Are they afraid of you?”
Doss held up his talon claw that sported the hook and
waved it at her. Zoe nodded. Yes the Tonans feared
him. She did too. If he could rip a Tonan warrior to
shreds without mercy what would he do to her? Horrible images of being ripped
to shreds assaulted her. First fear then revulsion shook her and next came
panic.
“ Stop,” he
commanded.
Startled, Zoe jumped. Her eyes widened. Doss began
pacing again. “Why not just tell me what you want?” Zoe asked.
“I want you to feel just one emotion at a time and let
me deal with it,” he snapped.
“I don’t know if I can.”
Doss approached her again. Zoe was terrified. He
continued to approach. Zoe’s fear escalated. When Doss reached her, his
nostrils flared and he inhaled her. Zoe blinked as his armor absorbed into his
body. He was huge. His body was tanned. His white-blond hair was spiked and
short. His eyes were like nothing she had seen. Their gray depths moved like
clouds. He was fascinating,