with one hand while he twirled the translator
between his fingers in the other.
Kai had seen enough, and as he watched the female struggle against
the guards, a burning rage began to swell in his chest. Jerking the cords
around his neck to untie them, he shrugged his cloak off, dropping it at
his feet as he stomped into the room.
“Enough!” he snarled. “Release her and leave us!”
The guards stared back as if they believed him to be mentally
unstable, but they didn’t dare disobey. As one, they released the female
and hurried out into the hallway, likely to receive further instructions
from their captain.
“Lorcan.” Kai held his hand out to the side, palm turned toward the
sky. “The translator.”
“Yes, sir.”
“Now,” he added, when the attendant dropped the small slip of
metal into his hand, “instruct the kitchen to prepare meals and send them
up at once.”
With a quiet sigh of relief, Lorcan bobbed his head. “I’ll see to it right
away.”
Once they were alone, Kai turned to the female, watching as she
jumped to her feet and positioned herself behind the overstuffed chair.
The black clothing she wore clung to her creamy skin, accentuating every
luscious curve of her tight body. Her breasts heaved with each panted
breath, but she held her spine straight and her shoulders squared. Fear
coursed through her—he could see it in her wide, green eyes—but she
would fight if necessary. She was fierce, brave, and if possible, even more
beautiful in person.
Kai was mesmerized, completely enchanted by this lovely creature,
and for several passing heartbeats, he found it difficult to form thoughts,
let alone words.
“Who are you?” she demanded. “Why are you here?”
Knowing she couldn’t understand him, Kai pointed to his chest. “Kai
Blackthorn.” He pointed to her and tilted his head to the side, then
moved his fingers back to his own chest. “Kai.” Once more, he motioned
toward the female.
Thankfully, she understood and nodded. “Commander Ivy Dalton.”
“Ivy,” he repeated, rolling the name around on his tongue. It suited
her.
Still playing the strange game of charades, he held the linguistic
translator up for her to see, pointed to the one on his earlobe, then finally
tapped his fingertips against his lips. When she glared at him and shook
her head, he went through the motions again, adding another tap to his
earlobe at the end.
Her hostile stance eased marginally, and her mouth softened at the
corners. “That,” she said, pointed to the translator, “is a language
converter? It’ll allow me to understand you?”
Pleased, Kai smiled as he offered her the blinking strip of gold-plated
metal. At the same time, he carefully removed his own translator,
paused, and slid it back onto his earlobe, demonstrating to her how to
wear it.
After a long, tense hesitation, Ivy shuffled around the chair with her
arm outstretched, allowing Kai to drop the translator into her waiting
hand. She didn’t affix it immediately, but studied the device for several
long seconds.
“It looks like a staple,” she murmured. “Are you sure it works?”
Kai couldn’t help but laugh as he nodded his affirmation.
“Okay, here goes nothing.” Brushing a stray lock of golden hair back
from face, she slid the translator onto her lobe, just as he’d shown her.
“Well,” she said after a moment, “say something.”
“What would you have me say, my lady?”
“Oh.” Her full lips parted with a silent gasp, and her emerald eyes
sparkled like the waters of the ocean. “Say something else.”
“Welcome, Commander Ivy Dalton, to the high city of Sommervail.”
“Incredible,” she whispered.
A sharp pain rippled through his chest and down his abdomen,
stealing his breath with its intensity. His legs began to shake, his pulse
raced dangerously, and heat swept over his skin. All at once, he felt
dizzy, unsteady on his feet, and shadows blotted the