could feel the same pain. “Fucking Bastard.” She thought the weight of her short sword against her hip a tempting reminder that despite the Fates, the Morsdente should be destroyed.
Pivoting on her heel before she bucked her orders, she returned to the backpack and replaced the empty bag of blood from the female’s IV with a fresh one. Finding a bottle of water, she uncapped it, taking a long drink. A small gasp sounded beside her. Irsu looked over to the young female, still chained, and met large, dove-gray eyes looking at her.
A raspy sound came from her throat, so quiet Irsu wasn’t even sure she heard her, the female’s voice unrecognizable from torture, thirst, and lack of use. “You shouldn’t be here. He’ll kill you.”
Irsu capped the water bottle, reached into the bag for a fresh one, uncapped it, and held it out to the female, hoping the slave didn’t suffer from Stockholm syndrome. The female looked longingly at the water, refusing to reach out for it.
Irsu decided to see what the girl was made of. “Are you worried about that guy?” Keeping her eye on the female, she pointed to the Morsdente, restrained and unconscious across the clearing. “He isn’t going to kill me, and he sure as fuck will never harm you again.”
The girl looked long at the killer. Her eyes slowly sliding back to Irsu, she started to reach for the bottle. The chains stopped her hand short. Irsu leaned the rest of the way handing off the bottle. “I’m sure you want out of those chains. I can’t release them yet. The Morsdente may try to use his bond to you to make you help him. I can’t risk my unit. You understand?” This girl is made of tough stuff. Irsu kept her tone gentle, talking to her like she had talked to her daughter Jerika when she was little and hurt.
The girl downed the bottle. Irsu handed her the one she’d taken a swallow of. The girl downed it just as fast. Damn. Gord and Vince came through the trees, entering the clearing next to the Morsdente. “Hey Vince, you have water and rations on you?” She sure wasn’t going to offer the victim anything Gord may have had on him for rations. Strange diet the Tellus had.
“You betcha. Gord told me about, errr, your new friend. I brought a bag.” Healers were always on the ball when it came to bedside manner. Vince was a good medic, since healers weren’t warriors; they weren’t permanently assigned to any unit. She tried to request Vince whenever she could.
A squeaking sound brought her attention back to the girl. She was turning blue. Staring at Gord and Vince, her eyes practically popped out of her head. She was trembling. Did the males scare her? “It’s okay. They’re members of my unit. They’re here to help you.”
“Stay away.” She whispered. Irsu held her hand up, Vince stopped mid-step, the bag of supplies in his hand. No questions, no lip, cancel her earlier thought. Vince was a great medic, smart enough to know not to rush in. “Stay away.” The girl repeated more adamantly.
“The medic won’t come near you without your permission,” Irsu tried to assure her. The girl’s next words shocked the shit out of her. “Not me.” Her dove eyes met Irsu’s again, then snapped back toward Vince. “Him. Stay away from him.”
Irsu was officially confused. “Are you worried my people will hurt the Morsdente?” Maybe the girl wasn’t free of Stockholm after all.
The girl furled her brows. “He’s a killer.” She said it really slowly, staring at Irsu like she was stupid. Which she probably deserved from the girl. At this point she was feeling pretty stupid. “That male will kill your people. Stay away from him.” The girl continued to emphasize each word.
Irsu couldn’t help it, she laughed. The girl pursed her lips, annoyed. Irsu laughed harder. Were there two people on the planet that had ever gotten their wires crossed worse than she had with this dirty girl in chains?
When she was able to stop laughing, she