Dark Cure is releasing November 13th!
I’ve shared the first scene from the first chapter. You can read that here: http://tasteofcyn.com/?p=6639
Today, I’m sharing the third scene.
“You ugly excuse for a female.” The still-standing Palavian glared at her. “No one hurts my brother.”
She suspected he would have attacked her if he wasn’t struggling solo under the weight of his unconscious sibling.
“The pain is temporary.” She met his gaze directly. “He’ll recover within a planet rotation.” Until then, he would be in extreme agony. “No one.” Her voice raised. She wanted everyone to hear this refresher of the rules. “Touches any medic within the Refuge.”
“That isn’t one of the Ruler’s laws.” The short Palavian predictably challenged her statement.
Kralj had very few laws – the main one being there was no killing within the settlement.
The Ahkian had discovered the consequences of breaking that rule. The remaining pieces of the male would be impaled on a stake and displayed outside the Refuge as a warning to visitors.
The medic bay was Gisella’s terrain, however, and the medics were her beings to protect. She had different rules and enforced them in different ways.
“Not touching medics is one of my laws.” She lifted the gun she’d modified. “Touch a medic once and you’ll be zapped…as your brother discovered.”
That male sobbed like an infant. Tears streamed down his face, leaving trails of clean skin on his cheeks. Urine pooled around his body.
“Touch a medic twice and you’ll have no balls when you recover.” She had never delivered that reprimand. The first zap was an effective deterrent. “Touch a medic a third time and you’ll plead for death.”
She wouldn’t kill the male. That would break the laws of the Refuge. But she was a skilled medic. She knew many ways to inflict lasting pain on a being.
“Are we clear?” She lifted her eyebrows.
The remaining Palavian glanced at his brother on the floor, at her gun, and then at her. “You wouldn’t be so tough without your weapon.”
“I dissect brains for fun.” Her tone was dry. “I’m tough without a gun. The weapon merely ensures I don’t hurt you more than I should.” She sometimes was overzealous in defending herself. “Your brother needs a medic’s help. Either allow him to get that assistance or leave with him. I have other patients to see.”
She hoped he’d make the right choice. His brother did require healing.
“I want another medic to treat my brother.” The Palavian looked around him. His gaze settled on Pono.
“He’ll be treated by me or by no one at all.” She wouldn’t assign a dangerous patient to one of her less-experienced team members. “I’m the lead medic. If you want my superior, speak to Kralj. Or yell for him, if that’s your preference.” She shrugged. “He’s currently within the medic bay.”
The Palavian’s face paled. Everyone was scared of the Ruler. “You can treat Egor.” He begrudgingly conceded that point, as though treating his brother was an honor.
It wouldn’t be. She eyed the unconscious male, anticipating a world of difficulties. “Carry him to chamber 3.” She waved in that direction.
The Palavian hauled his brother along the corridor. Only when she was safely behind him did she glance at her protégé. The girl was uncharacteristically subdued, didn’t meet her gaze.
“Stay out of his reach.” Gisella told her. Her wrist ached. She didn’t want to repeat that experience. “We’ll talk about this later.”
Pono winced. Being an intelligent female, she knew she was in trouble.
Gisella followed the males into the assigned space. It was well-equipped. Machines lined the walls. She should have everything she needed to restore her patient to full health.
The Palavian plopped his brother onto the sleeping support, rolled him over until he faced upward. “Heal him.” He crossed all four of his arms.
“What was he doing when he lost consciousness?” She required more information.
“That doesn’t matter.” The male was determined to be a pain in the ass.
“It matters if you want your brother to regain consciousness.” She could be as obstinate as he was. “If you want him to die…”
“If he dies, you die.” The Palavian leaned forward.
She raised the gun.
He backed away from her. “He wasn’t doing anything. The three of us were drinking in the main beverage outlet. Egor was in a bad mood. That mood got worse the more he drank. He passed out, fell off his chair. We thought he had too much fermented beverage. A shift passed and he didn’t wake up.”
The brothers had waited a shift before seeking help. She twisted her lips. They were idiots.
There were other questions she could ask but she wanted him out of the chamber before he resorted to his natural inclination toward violence. “We’ll run some tests. That will take a while. Transport your other brother to his domicile.”
The male narrowed his eyes. “If he dies—”
“I die.” She shook her head. If she had a credit for every male who threatened her, she could afford a larger medic bay. “I received your message. Now, leave and allow me to treat Egor.”
The male glared at her, at her protégé, then stomped away.
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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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