Our ship is damaged,
we are trapped here, and the enemy may have Argis Vhon. Their ship went down
close to ours. All our lives will be forfeited when Hyvin Berrr finds out we
allowed his son to be taken by our enemy.”
Coto relaxed his stiff shoulders and sighed loudly. “We are
all under stress and I’ve ordered you not to use my title, friend. Others will
come when they realize they can’t contact us. We will find Vhon. The Collis can’t
leave here either with the damage we inflicted and Vhon is too valuable for
them to take his life if they find him first. Kollen will guard our camp, we
will relax this evening, and tomorrow we will have him back with us.”
Holion nodded, regret on his features. “My apologies again,
my friend. I never wish to fight with you. It has been a bad day.”
“Yes,” Coto agreed, “it has.” He turned then, his exotic
gaze fixing on Lynn before he moved toward her.
She didn’t miss the trepidation she saw on his face. She’d
overheard a lot that she now tried to do the math on. Whoever this Vhon dude
was, he was in danger. It sounded as though two ships had fought and both had
crashed. Coto’s men and whatever a Collis was, were enemies. Vhon’s father had
to be Coto’s boss. The guy wasn’t going to be happy in a murderous way if
something happened to his son.
“There’s no reason to be afraid.”
Lynn shrugged. “Shit happens. I’m glad you two aren’t going
to go to blows. You could open up your wounds.” Her glance flicked over his
bandaged wrist and she gasped at the sight of red on his hand. She rose to her
feet. “You did! Let me see.”
He held out his arm to her as she took his hot hand, a jolt
going through her as her fingers curved around his long, strong ones. She kept
her attention on his wrist where the bandage showed fresh blood. She looked up,
had to tilt her chin to meet his narrowed gaze, and frowned.
“You need your doctor to look at this.”
“Yavil isn’t a doctor but he is medically trained for
emergencies. Let us go inside and he will tend to me.”
Movement at the corner of her vision had her turning her
head. Speak of the devil , she thought, watching the tall blond with the
dark eyes cautiously approach them with his first-aid bag in hand. He met her
curious gaze for a second but then turned his full attention on Coto.
“I’m ready.”
Coto nodded, his fingers firmly clasping Lynn as he turned,
holding onto her, and led her toward the igloo-like tent. She followed meekly
behind him as he opened the flap of the thing.
The light inside wasn’t blue, instead regular white light
came from a round disk that may have been the smallest, coolest lamp she’d ever
seen. It was the size of a pot lid but the light it put out was tremendous,
making the room bright as daylight but not glaringly so. Someone had set up
bedrolls on the floor, spaced a few feet apart. Coto kept hold of her as he
crossed the room, walking between two bedrolls to the far side. He released her
and pointed to one.
“Please sit.”
Coto bent and removed his boots. They were big things,
heavy-duty like military issue. It made her wonder if they were in some kind of
alien army. She hoped they weren’t there to check out Earth for a possible
invasion. That concept left her feeling cold but if they were merciless
killers, they sucked at it since they’d saved her. Coto had also been super
nice to her. She relied on her gut instincts and believed what they’d told her
was their reason for being on Earth. Some of her tension eased.
The bedroll was a thick, comfortable pad as she got settled,
sitting cross-legged, and then looked up. Her jaw dropped as Coto lay back flat
on his bedroll, both hands going to the front of his pants, which he pushed
down his legs and totally removed. She stared at his kinky shorts again, those
long, muscular legs, and forced her lips firmly together.
Don’t gawk , she ordered, forcing her gaze to Yavil. Of
course Coto has to take off his