The Siren's Call (Fantasy, Science Fiction, Romance) (FORCED TO SERVE) Read Online Free PDF Page A

Liberator’s scanner could be looking for one specific, strange, blended signature that would match hers, or perhaps its opposite. I’m not totally sure how mating energy works, but when I was in the cord, I noticed this strange entwining of energy. Quite fascinating, really. Anyway, the adjustment to filter out the collar’s energy would be the only difficulty, but you could hope they might take it off him while you’re looking,” Malachi suggested. “Or perhaps Chiang might have some idea about the settings. He once wore a Xendrin collar for two weeks.”
    Everyone sat up straighter and stared speechless at Malachi over his pronouncement. Gwen walked back to the table and sat down to face him. He shrugged at the questions in her penetrating gaze.
    “It’s not like I’m revealing secrets in telling you about it. Chiang and Boca were discussing it just today. All of Medical is talking about what kind of effect the collars are having on the Sirens and if they are going to need medical treatment once we get them back. Chiang mentioned he wore a collar during his healer training because they were still being used to control prisoners in some of Greggor’s remote locations,” Malachi reported.
    Gwen shook her head in amazement. “Can I take Malachi with me to explain this to Engineering? I’ll pull Chiang from Medical as well.”
    Synar nodded. “Yes. Tell Engineering they have thirty hours to have the scanner recalibrated. Use whatever materials are necessary. We’ll replace them later.”
    Gwen stood and motioned to Malachi with her head before heading to the door. There was no doubt in her mind that he’d follow her. He’d do just about anything to avoid dealing with Synar, and she’d learned that without using her newly hyped-up intuition.
    “You’re becoming quite the useful guy to have around lately,” Gwen praised, stopping and holding the door for him as he walked out with her.
    Synar rolled his eyes hearing Malachi’s muttered thanks and frowned at their combined chatter as they walked away and down the hall.
    “He is seeking to win over every female on the Liberator. How can you honestly believe that creature seeks to serve our good?” Synar asked, holding his mate’s unwavering gaze.
    “I do believe it. Stop being so condescending about my optimism and Malachi’s compliance,” Ania ordered. “The demon is making every effort to be helpful and not to be offensive or any trouble. You owe him some respect for that, even if you cannot give him any of your trust. And he has been kind and helpful to the females he’s interacted with voluntarily. Of course they trust him.”
    “In my room is a chest with the micro-dust remains of a thousand warriors. That’s only a fraction of what his power can do when unleashed. I have seen him destroy whole armies as well as individuals. And I assure you, no demon can be trusted,” Synar said. “What Malachi is doing at the moment is an act that serves him well. One day I will see his true purpose, and so will you.”
    “I see now I should be even more grateful that the Creators of All did not give up so quickly on my capacity to be redeemed,” Ania said. “I assure you my transgressions as a warrior are almost as numerous and equally as bad as those Malachi made in the corporeal life that led to him becoming a demon. I could just as easily have shared his fate. I can kill with as little remorse as he does.”
    “Yes—so you keep saying,” Synar said tersely.
    “I will not bore you again with stories of my wicked past, but there is no avoiding the discussion we must have with the demon about the boundaries of his new life. Malachi once called me his child because we merged so much after the healing. However, I find now that he is in another body and not mine, our situations are reversed,” Ania explained.
    When Synar’s expression didn’t change or show any sign of softening, Ania decided to say what she knew would get her mate’s full