“Thank fuck for that…hostile down.”
Heart pounding in her ears, she broke cover, scuttling across the tiled floor on her hands and knees to grab the pistol. Cradling it to her chest, she dived back under the bed.
“Hostile down…”
“Hostiles down…”
“Bane…quit fucking showing off. No way you got two!”
The shots were coming slower now as the troopers cleared the medical bay of the invading pirates. Everything went quiet. Jaida tried to still her breathing, certain everyone could hear her. The silence was weighted as everyone listened for the slightest sound, the smallest scuffle, which could indicate any of the pirates left alive.
“Fire teams, sound off.” The gruff command sparked a series of names,
Seth’s amongst them, which presumably meant something to the asker.
“Medical, sound off.”
Jaida crept out from under the bed, pistol held loosely in her hand at the sound of Sedj’s voice. Straightening up she looked about. The smoke was clearing now, and it was easier to see. Troopers were moving around the fallen pirates, checking for life signs and in one corner sat the pirate leader, bleeding from several wounds but still alive.
“Someone get some cuffs on him and take him to the brig. I’ll deal with him later,” the tall man next to Seth ordered.
“He’s bleeding Colonel…”
“Unless he’s bleeding out on the deck, I don’t give a shit. Red, he likely to die on us?”
Sedj moved over to the pirate as he was hauled to his feet and his hands cuffed behind his back. He snarled and fought against his captors but it made no difference. Quickly the doctor checked his wounds then shook her head.
“Flesh wounds only. He got off lightly. Get one of the civvy docs to treat him, because I’d just as soon put him down.”
Jaida let the words wash over her as she concentrated on Seth. Dressed in a black combat suit stripped of all the trappings of his royalty, he was still magnificent. The black fabric clung to his broad-shouldered, heavily muscled frame. His black hair hung loose, the way she liked it, and flowed over his shoulders.
He turned and caught her eye. The smile that spread over his lips warmed her all the way to her toes. Hope blossomed in her heart as she recalled Sedj’s words. Perhaps they could work through this…perhaps there was hope for the future. Didn’t they say love conquered all and time healed anything? For the first time, she let her guard down and believed it could.
Movement registered from the corner of her eye as light from overhead glinted on a gun barrel. Fear wound its chill fingers around her spine as she turned. One of the pirates was on his side, pistol in hand and aimed at Seth.
Zzzzpht.
Jaida screamed as the bolt hit Seth in the side. He wasn’t wearing armor.
It sizzled across his clothes, spreading out in tiny bolts of lightning. His eyes rolled back in his head, a massive shudder racking his body as the charge hit his nervous system, doing who knew what damage as it arced through him.
She lifted the weapon in her hand. A second later, the pirate was in the crosshair. She didn’t feel anything as she pulled the trigger. A small red hole appeared between the pirate’s brows. Blood oozed down his nose, and he slumped lifeless to the floor.
She dropped the gun and dashed to Seth’s side. Tears cascaded down her cheeks as she dropped to her knees next him. His face was paler than normal, almost translucent and waxy. His eyes were closed and his lips were blue.
Blue lips were bad. Blue lips meant he wasn’t getting enough oxygen.
A moan escaped her lips as the wall around her heart cracked right down the middle. She loved him so much, but he was going to die before she got the chance to tell him.
“Oh Goddess, no…please, no!”
Four long, exhausting hours later, Jaida was seated next to Seth’s bed.
Both her hands were wrapped around one of his as she desperately tried to fight back the tears. He was in recovery after a round of surgery during which she’d done nothing but pace up and down the corridor, wringing her hands.
What was with her? She never behaved that way. What would be would be, and the Goddess would decide the outcome of most situations. Even so, she’d prayed like she’d never prayed before.
Seth had to live.
He had to because, without him, her life had no meaning anymore.
Stroking her thumb over the back of his hand she studied his face. Even in sleep he was gorgeous. A dark angel at rest. His skin wasn’t so pale now; the color had started to come back when he’d come out of surgery, but it was still pale compared to the raven hair across the pillow. She reached out and smoothed nonexistent strands back from his brow.
“Well now, isn’t this cute?”
Jaida tensed. The malicious, oily tones were familiar, ones she’d hoped she’d never hear again. Turning, she glanced to the door. There, framed in the doorway, was Seth’s manservant, Warin. With just one look at his face, she was catapulted back five years…
He held out the red bundle in his hands, urging her to take it. “His Highness left these for me to give to you.” His voice was level but the malevolence in his eyes took her back. She pulled the sheet tighter around herself. A heated flush raced over her skin at the thought of this man watching her while she slept. How long had he been in here?
She looked at the bundle in confusion. They were a whore’s silks. Why was he giving her those? Horror filled her as her gaze shot back to Warin’s face. No, it couldn’t be. Seth loved her…he wouldn’t…would he?
“No. We’re going to—”
“Get married?” Warin’s eyebrow climbed into his hairline. He chuckled.
“Oh, grow up, my lady. You’re good enough to fuck but not to wed. No man buys the cake when he’s eaten half. Take the silks. Let’s be honest, it’s the best offer you’ll get.”
Her heart shattered as tears welled up, hot and immediate, in her eyes.
Seth had never intended to marry her…
She shook herself out of the memory and fixed Warin with a steely glare.
Her hand hovered over the alarm button but she had no cause to press it just yet. The instant she did, troopers would pile into the room. Then they’d want to know why and “because I think he’s an ass” wasn’t exactly a valid reason.
“What do you want?”
Her voice was cold enough to freeze deep-space tri-steel. She didn’t care.
She hated Warin with a passion, one that had only deepened over time. Sure, she knew he’d been following orders but the glee with which he had carried his duty out had created a deep and abiding hatred in her.
He’d been following Seth’s orders.
The same man who had chased her over the galaxy so that didn’t make sense. What man chased a woman so hard if she was only good enough to fuck? Time slowed to a crawl, then ground to a stop.
Jaida’s heartbeat clanged like a bell in her ears. The universe turned, the fog cleared as she looked through the murky crap of her life…all the usual clichés sprang to mind as, in one blinding moment of pure clarity, she realized the truth.
“He didn’t give you those robes.”
Seth came to by slow degrees, roused back to consciousness by the sound of voices in the room with him. The thing was…the conversation wasn’t making much sense to him. It sounded like Jaida was arguing with…Warin?
What was his manservant doing here?
Eyes still closed, Seth frowned. What robes? He had no clue what she was talking about, but the pain in her voice was enough to make his heart wrench. No woman should ever have that tone in her voice.
“Oh, give the girl a fucking medal! Of course he didn’t. Stupid cunt was obsessed with you, had been ranting on about getting married since the first time he saw you. Why do you think I had to get rid of you?”
Warin’s voice wasn’t the low, calming, subservient one Seth was used to.
Instead it was bitter and filled with hatred. Why did Warin hate Jaida so much? As far as Seth knew, the two had barely met. Warin had only come into his service around the time she had fled.
“He wouldn’t look at me. Ever. Not once…and if he married you then I would have lost him for good.”
Cog’s fired in Seth’s brain and his body started to burn whatever they’d given him out of his system. Dimly he recalled Jaida screaming at him, pistol in hand, and then something slamming into his side before it all went blank.
He’d been shot. There was no other explanation for what he was doing in bed and sedated.
“He’s mine and a little whore like you will never be good enough…”
Rage surged through Seth as he fought back to consciousness. Warin was…had been a trusted servant, but no one called Jaida a whore. Ever.
“I’ll have to kill you.”
The universe stopped. If Seth thought he was angry before it was nothing compared to the sheer fury that surged through his veins at Warin’s threat. It started in the center of his chest, was pumped around his body by the powerful muscle of his heart, and galvanized every cell. This bastard had threatened the life of the woman he loved.
Because he did love her. He’d always loved her. From the moment he’d seen her at her debutante ball, he’d been hooked.
She was nothing like any deb he’d ever met, and within five minutes of meeting her, Seth had fallen for her. So, of course he’d done what every young male would do. He’d acted like a complete fucking ass, driven her away, then spent the next five years paying for his idiocy.
To hear Warin threaten her like that brought out a violence, and a depth of fury in him that Seth had never known he possessed.
He was going to rip Warin apart. Slowly. And he was going to enjoy doing it. “You didn’t intend for me to take the robes. You wanted to hurt me enough to make me run.” The pain in Jaida’s voice was heartbreaking.
Rather than give into the rage surging through him, Seth focused on freeing his fingers from the numbing lethargy. The tips of his fingers twitched and brushed slightly against the bedclothes. Triumph surged through him. That was it. Just a little more.
“I wanted you gone, by whatever means. When you ran, I told him you’d turned your pretty little nose up at his betrothal bracelet. Saying it wasn’t good enough…He swallowed it hook, line and sinker. Must be used to spoiled little blue-blooded bitches. Another reason he’s better off with me…I know how to take care of my men.” Warin’s voice was triumphant, lording his victory over Jaida, and his manipulation of Seth.
The fury in Seth’s body turned arctic. He was an idiot. For five years he’d been a fucking idiot. He’d left his betrothal bracelet for Jaida but when Warin had told him she’d refused it, he hadn’t even bloody questioned the man.
Move. Damn it, move! Furiously he willed his fingers to move, demanding with every fiber of his being. Just a few inches further and he could trigger the emergency button. The instant that went off in his room, the place would be crammed with troopers.
Sweat pouring from him; he turned his head on the pillow and tried to get a bead on where Warin and Jaida were. The room swam and then started spinning like he’d been on an all-night bender. He blinked and forced himself to focus on the broad expanse of Warin’s back. Towering over Jaida he resembled a giant. Even with her innate strength of character and the surprising skills she appeared to have developed during her time on the run, she didn’t stand a chance against him.
The room whirled in a gut-churning dance. Seth gripped the bedclothes and squeezed his eyes shut.
“Nowhere left to run, bitch. Oh boy, I’m really gonna enjoy this.”
Scuffles and the sound of choking filled the room. Gritting his teeth, Seth pushed the panic aside and locked it away. He visualized what he needed to do. Open eyes, locate switch, grab, press. Simple.
Cold sweat rolled down his skin. It was Jaida’s only chance. If he fucked this up, Warin would kill her. In his mind’s eye, Seth watched helplessly as she struggled, her face going red as she scratched at Warin’s hands. Petite and slender, she had no chance against her attacker. Her struggles started to weaken, the scuffling from the corner growing quieter.
Just hold on, beautiful. I’m coming; I promise I won’t let him do this.
With all his strength he focused, bringing the seldom-used psychic power of his Imperial blood to bear, and forced the sedatives from his system. His breath hissed between his teeth as stinging cold ran down his skin in icy streams. The drugs Sedj had pumped into him oozed from his pores. Roaring, he sat up and slammed his hand down on the emergency button in an explosion of movement.
Cla-a-a-ng!
A metallic sound echoed around the room. Seth winced. Without the sedative muffling everything, his senses were hypersensitive, as if the world’s volume had been turned way up. Twisting violently, Seth lurched off the bed, falling onto the floor in a tangle of limbs in his haste to get to Jaida and stop Warin from hurting her.
Pushing the hair out of his eyes, Seth looked up. Dread coiled in his chest as he expected to see Jaida slumped unconscious—or worse, dead—Warin standing over her body. His lip curled back into a snarl. He was going to kill the bastard.
What he expected to see, and what he did see though, were completely the opposite.
Rather than Warin standing over Jaida, it was Jaida standing over Warin’s unconscious form. The metal tray in her hands, the obvious source of the sound he’d heard, was still quivering. Blood dripped from the corner of it as she looked down at the man at her feet.
She lifted her beautiful dark gaze to meet Seth’s. His heart ached at the fear and panic in her eyes. Damn his weakness. He wanted to pull her into his arms and tell her it was all going to be okay.
“He’s…”
Before Seth could say anything, the door was kicked open. Within seconds the room was filled with armed troopers. The red points of laser sights centered on Jaida as the only viable threat in the room. She squeaked and dropped the tray with a clang, throwing herself into Seth’s arms. He rocked back as he caught her, his arms wrapping around her slender form as she buried her face into his neck. A mixture of tenderness and triumph filled him. She’d sought his embrace instinctively, turning to him for comfort when she needed it rather than running from him.