Conquest ~ Indian Hill 3 ~ A Michael Talbot Adventure Read Online Free PDF

But did love qualify as a justifiable accounting of my crimes? There were times when the two of us had been alone that I could feel that racing of her heart, the flush of her face, the glow of her skin, the twinkle in her eyes ; those were all clues to love, weren’t they? And even if it wasn’t quite love , then it most assuredly would have developed into it. But not now, not ever —she reviled me for what I had become. I was the monster in the closet, under the bed — hell I was an amalgamation of every monster from every Brothers Grimm tale to her. If I was such a monster how could I possibly feel the way I do ? And then there was Debbie, a girl who had loved me with all her heart, something I was not capable of reciprocating. I knew deep down that she was dead, her ghostly appearance at the French Hospital could have only mean t one thing. I would most assuredly burn in hell for my treatment of her as I would for any and all of the crimes I had committed thus far.
    “I have to get out of this chamber! I’m going stir crazy. I’ll think myself to death long before Drababan seals the deal.” I had briefly pondered the thought of kicking the glass out by my feet , but I was as of yet still uncertain to the status of my broken shin or ribs , for that matter . M ovement like that could cause me to blackout or worse. I placed my hands on the glass by my face to shield my cons terna tion, after a brief pause a sharp hiss broke the silence . I thought a new ‘guest’ had arrived. I t was merely the change in air pressure as the ‘glass’ dissolved underneath my touch.
    H ad I known it was that easy to get out I would have done it…..what days ago? Naw probably minutes ago . No , the healing capabilities this machine had were far t o o important to my well being to have discarded it that long ago. Self-preservation was still a far stronger drive than pity. I cautiously began to exhume myself from the confines of the chamber and surprisingly , I was greeted with very little pain . T here was some twanging in my side from the broken rib, but almost everything else was devoid of pain , even my jaw. I wasn’t sure if the chamber had been masking my more basic needs, but the moment my feet touched the floor I was famished. Broken jaw be damned , I wanted to eat. My departure from the chamber must have tripped some signal because an attendant showed up almost immediately . S ure he had two armed escorts with him, but he was an attendant none the less.
    “Food , ” was all I said . H e didn’t look chatty anyway. He quickly turned to leave, the guards stayed a little longer, to me it seemed they were contemplating how much trouble they would get in to if the captive was ‘shot trying to escape ’ . I couldn’t say I blame d them. I would have wanted to exact a little revenge on the person who had killed my brothers in arms. I wasn’t truly a military man , but I knew enough to know that soldiers don’t fight for their God or their country or their commander, they fight for their friends, they fight for the safety of the man beside them. Their fingers scratched on the outside of their trigger guards and for a brief moment I thought that sweet release was within my grasp, but as if by an invisible gesture they both turned and left, apparently the punishment they wou ld receive was more unsavory tha n killing the man that was responsible for the deaths of their kinsmen. They knew in less than a week that Drababan would finish what they wanted to do . I nearly collapsed when they left, the tension seemed to be the only thing that was keeping me up . My heart had finally stopped hammering by the time the food arrived , I was able to brush away the anxiety like so many l eaves on a long forgotten picnic table when the smell wafted up towards me.
    “ It’s cow , ” I muttered to myself as I greedily shoveled the mystery meat into my mouth. Pondering on the meat ’ s origin would have most assuredly led to the decline of