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Kaban. She knew they discussed her but could not focus on
that yet. Her heart hammered in her throat as she shook uncontrollably. Her
plan must succeed.
    Miki reached into
her pouch and her fingers came away sticky. “No.” She opened the leather bag
further only to pull out the smashed pieces of the last injector. Her stomach
dropped. Broken glass and wasted venom.
    “Why do you stop?”
    Miki held up her
hand and showed him. “It’s broken. I have no more.” She moistened her lips and
kept her gaze focused. Terror welled up inside.
    The Warlords
surrounded her and the man still to be awakened. Blessed One. Miki thought
fast. Fifteen strong males that could hurt her if they wanted. “I can make
more. It should work.” She could produce more venom from the sac beneath her
upper gum line but she had no injector. Raasa venom was poisonous in
concentrated amounts. The injector minimized this risk by directing it to the
blood stream.
    “You will make it
work,” the first warrior decreed.
    Miki shoved the
broken pieces in her pouch, her movements jerky. “This is your fault. If you
hadn’t grabbed me, I wouldn’t have fallen and broken the last one. I can use my
venom but…”
    “You will make it
work,” he repeated.
    The other Warlords
eyed her with suspicion. One went so far as to unsheathe his sword from his
chest harness. His dark shoulder length hair was a match to his brethren. Miki
knew the Kabanians typically sported dark hair and eyes although their skin
seemed to change with the climate. Hotter months darkened them enough to be
similar to the gold tint of a Raasa.
    Miki took a deep
shuddering breath. “I am going to try but now would be a good time to bargain.”
    “Bargain.” His
expression darkened. “I will kill you where you stand, Raasa.”
    “Fine, Overlord.
Then this warrior won’t awaken.”
    More grumbles as
they talked. An argument broke out among them. They gestured in her direction
and then the prone warrior. Their discussion became heated before the Overlord
made a slashing motion with his hand.
    “What is your
bargain?” He stood over Miki, his hands on his narrow waist.
    Miki sucked her
tongue and pushed on her gum to stimulate her sac. Glancing down at this final
warrior, she thought long and hard. His build mirrored the others. Tall, she
judged by the length of his legs in the black leather. A dagger rested strapped
to his right thigh. Muscled, as well, with his chest bare of any adornment save
the harness criss-crossing his shoulders and abdomen. The hilt of his sword gleamed
visible over his shoulder.
    Again, she noted
the smoothness of tanned flesh. No scars marred his upper body. The coccar
served them well. None of the men had scarring on their body. She reached up
and smoothed back the long black hair from his face. The length probably longer
than her own falling to his broad shoulders. Miki was fascinated by the
texture. Raasa males lost the hair on their heads as soon as they matured.
    “Woman speak!”
    Miki jumped and
pulled her hand back. “I wish a True Union. I…” Could she put her plan in
action? “I need a warrior for my mate. The fiercest Warlord possible.”
    His dark eyes
stared at her. The men around stayed as silent. Not by a twitch of their
unusual eyebrows did they betray confusion at her request.
    “No,” he
responded.
    Miki gasped. “You
can’t deny me.”
    He waved his hand
at the last remaining warrior. “He would rather be dead than bonded for life to
a Raasa.” They all sneered in agreement at his announcement.
    Miki gripped her
leather pouch tightly. “Then he would be a fool and so are you. The Kabanians
of the past no longer exist. They war among themselves and Kaban is a shell of
what you made it.” She thumped a fist on her thigh. “I offer a chance. An
alliance with my house in exchange for a True Union with this one.”
    She pointed her
finger down. “Is his sacrifice too great? One you can afford to pass up? You
are not the