arrive. We’ll figure out a way to get these damn collars
off and steal a ship. Kill as many of those emotionless insects as
you can on the way out. I want them to know they better not mess
with a Sarafin Warrior again.”
“Tomorrow begins our first shift,” Lodar
said. “We can look for tools when they take us to the mines.”
“What of the female?” Tor asked looking over
to the blankets where Riley’s soft sighs could be heard. “We will
need to watch her. I’ve heard of what can happen to females in the
Antrox mines. If the Pactors don’t attack them and kill them, other
prisoners often try to steal them or a trader will offer credits
for them. They kill the males if another female doesn’t take them
or another is not available.”
Vox looked at the shadow of his mate as she
turned over again. He watched one of her arms rise up briefly
before she turned over onto her stomach. A small grin pulled at his
mouth. There wasn’t a part of his body that wasn’t sore thanks to
her. He had never been brought to his knees before, not even in
battle except for the time he was poisoned. His mate had done it
not once but twice in the same day.
“She is to be protected at all cost. Kill any
who try to take or harm her,” he ordered. “She is your new
queen.”
Tor chuckled softly. “I don’t think she is
going to be too happy with her new title,” he said, fighting back
another laugh.
“I don’t care if she likes her new title or
not, she is my mate and the queen of our people,” Vox said with a
grin of his own. “I have to admit I’m looking forward to seeing how
she handles it. Just remind me to make sure I check her hands
before I get near her again,” he said turning so he could stare at
the curtain and imagine what she looked like lying on the narrow
bed.
“You don’t think she would have any tools
with her, do you?” Lodar asked curiously. “She has been
surprisingly resourceful so far.”
Vox snorted. “She is a female! Why would a
female need tools?” He said dismissively. “No, our best hope is if
we can find some that the Antrox haven’t accounted for.”
“Like that will ever happen,” Tor grunted
out. “They inventory every item as the prisoners go into the mines
and again coming out.”
Vox bit back the curse on his lips. “I want
off this asteroid. If we can’t find the tools we need then we will
have to find another way to get them. Get some sleep, it will be a
long day tomorrow.”
Both men grunted their agreement as they
rolled over trying to get comfortable on the hard surface. Vox
stared at the shadow of his mate again. He would get off the
asteroid and he would kill the Valdier royal who drugged him and
his men. But first, he needed to make sure that he marked his mate
in case she was taken from him. He would find her, no matter where
she went but he wanted everyone to know she belonged to him.
Chapter
4
Riley turned around to stare at the strange
creatures passing their small group in the long corridor. They had
been woken up way too early for her. She was not much of a morning
person. In fact, until she had a decent breakfast, several cups of
coffee, and it was past ten in the morning no one even bothered to
talk to her. To top it off, she had to make do with just a quick
cloth bath to refresh her. The ‘bathroom’ was a large open area
shared with other prisoners, male and female. Vox, Tor, and Lodar
had stood guard in front of the door when Riley had refused to go
in as long as there was anyone else in the room. Even Bob and Fred
had lent a body to help cover the opening to give her privacy. She
had quickly done her business and cleaned up as best she could. She
decided she better dress appropriately if she was going to be
working in a mine. She wore a pair of her favorite faded jeans that
had a hole in one of the knees, a soft, long sleeve Denver Bronco’s
jersey, and a pair of tennis shoes. She wasn’t about to ruin her
designer boots working in the dusty