Woot! The countdown to Dark Cure’s release is on.
Last week, I shared the first scene from the first chapter. You can read that here: http://tasteofcyn.com/?p=6639
Today, I’m sharing the second scene.
Before the Ahkian could draw his weapon, an invisible force propelled him across the chamber. He slammed against the wall, the impact cracking the surface, yet he didn’t fall.
The male hung high in the air, his face twisted in terror, his arms and legs flailing. No sound came from his open mouth.
“He’s a patient.” She faced Kralj. The medic bay was her domain.
“He’s mine.” A shadow concealed the Ruler’s scarred face. “He killed within my walls.”
Dita, Kralj’s mate, stood behind the all-powerful male, her lithe body clad in black, daggers and guns decorating that skintight garment. She had been an assassin before she met the male. Now she was merely an extension of the Ruler.
A blast of air hit Gisella. She fought to remain upright, battered by the manufactured wind.
“She is my mate.” Kralj’s voice boomed. “You will respect her.”
Or she would die, was the implication. The Ruler didn’t tolerate any perceived insult.
Pono whimpered. The girl was sensibly scared of the male.
Gisella was frightened also. Any rational being would be. But she didn’t show it. “I respect you.”
Kralj’s tremendous abilities demanded deference. Only a being lacking intelligence would fail to show it.
Her gaze lifted to the male restrained high above the floor. The Ahkian might be a fool but he was also her patient.
“Some patients don’t deserve to live.” Kralj addressed her unspoken concerns. “The female he attacked was younger than your trainee.”
“I wasn’t notified a young female needed healing.” Being the lead medic, she oversaw all incoming patients.
“He carved her to pieces.” The Ruler stated that without emotion. “By the time Oghul, the leader of the Chameles, rescued her, there wasn’t enough of her to heal. She died moments later.”
The female should still have been brought to the medic bay. Gisella frowned. She might have been able to save her.
“You couldn’t have done anything.” That was Kralj’s judgment.
It wasn’t hers.
“The male is mine.” The Ruler’s tone prevented further discussion. “Leave the chamber.”
He would rip her patient to pieces now, drink his blood, eat his flesh. Kralj was a modified humanoid. Some called him a monster. He devoured beings who broke his laws.
Gisella hustled her protégé out of the chamber. She didn’t want the girl to witness the Ahkian’s gruesome fate.
“Sanitize yourself.” She gave Pono a cleaning cloth, utilized another one on herself, wiping the grime and bacteria off her hands, tidying her easily cleaned white medic jacket.
“Would we have healed the Ahkian, knowing what he did to the girl?” The medic-in-training shook with shock. The Ruler had that effect on beings.
“It isn’t our task to judge our patients.” Most of the inhabitants of the Refuge had killed or maimed others. “We heal them. That’s our—”
“Medic.” A male voice raised, originating from the entrance. “We need a medic. Now.”
“Everyone always needs a medic now,” Pono muttered.
“Part of our role is evaluating if they are correct.” Gisella squared her shoulders and strode toward the main medic bay doors.
Two Palavian males held a third one upright. The other beings in the space, waiting for updates on loved ones, gave them a wide berth. Her staff formed a defensive line in front of the trio.
That caution was wise. Palavians could be…unpredictable. The four-armed beings embraced violence and lawlessness, caused problems wherever they went.
She hid her dismay at facing three of them under a mask of indifference.
“Be careful,” she murmured to her protégé.
“Medic,” the tallest male bellowed, his ugly countenance contorted with fury-edged concern.
“We’re here.” She moved closer, staying out of reach of his arms. “Pono, give me your verbal assessment of the patient.”
A quick glance had told her the male wasn’t in need of urgent care. She’d allow the medic-in-training to relay that information.
Assessing incoming patients was an important task to master.
The girl swallowed hard. “His chest is rising and falling at regular intervals. He appears to be breathing well on his own.” She stepped toward him. “His coloring matches the other males’.”
That was challenging to determine. All three of them were disgustingly dirty, their flight suits covered with grime. A rancid smell radiated from them. Dried blood decorated the blade of the axe strapped to the tall one’s waist.
“There are no signs of trauma.” Pono drifted nearer to their patient and bent over to look at his downturned face. “He isn’t conscious and—”
“Enough yammering.” The tall Palavian lunged toward the girl.
Fuck. Gisella pushed Pono aside. The girl squeaked, scurrying out of range.
The male targeted Gisella instead, grabbing her wrist and yanking her to him. Pain coursed through her. Her bones bent, threatening to break.
“Let me go.” She searched through a pocket of her jacket with her free hand.
“My brother needs healing.” The male’s spittle speckled her face, his horrid breath making her light-headed. “Now.” He shook her.
Her fingers closed around her gun. She extracted it, pressed the muzzle to his groin, and tapped the trigger.
The Palavian released a high-pitched animal noise. His hands spasmed, allowing her to escape him. He fell to the tiled floor, clutching his balls, his form gyrating with pain. Foam formed at his mouth. His screeching continued.
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A warrior seeking forever faces a medic living in the moment.
Gisella, the Refuge’s medic, is dedicated to her role. She doesn’t have the space in her lifespan for love, a mate, or children. Healing is her entire focus.
But she’s also a female in her prime. She has needs, wants, cravings…especially for a scarred, long-haired barbarian warrior temporarily residing in the settlement. One fierce, soul-blasting, passion-filled encounter is all she is willing to give him before she returns to her duties.
Oghul, a Chamele Warlord’s Second-In-Command, has waited his entire lifespan to find his gerel, the being fated to be his. He’s thrilled to discover she wants him as savagely as he yearns for her.
His little human medic appeals to his primitive possessive side. Greatly. He wants to stamp his ownership all over her bountiful curves, take her back to his home planet, claim his fiery female permanently.
When Carinae E’s solitary sun rises, two determined beings with very different desires find their lifespans entwined. Their battle for emotional supremacy will span systems and alter destinies.
The universe will never be the same.
Dark Cure is a STANDALONE SciFi Romance set in a gritty, dark world.
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