ARMOR [New World Book 2] by C.L. Scholey Read Free Book Online Page A

been tested on a male before; Castian warriors had not needed it.
    For now, Amy needed to trust
Dasks and Talsk and take them at their word.
    Amy acted amazed while she
checked the little female over. Her grateful look shined onto Dasks’ warrior
mate when he gave her his word yet again the male child wouldn’t be caused any
harm.
    Only a cruel being would hurt
something so small and defenseless. Dasks was angry he hadn’t thought to check
the female child over. Dasks was already furious Cobra had touched his female. Dasks had felt her distress when Cobra had approached and would have
soothed her himself but he was holding the limp woman in his arms.
    Dasks could sense the female,
Leah, would be fine. Dasks’ armor couldn’t heal her—she wasn’t his mate or
blood relative and she wasn’t a female child. The healing waters would cure
her. Cobra would allow the boy to stay. But in doing so, the little male would
be Cobra’s responsibility. Dasks wondered what he would do with him. Cobra
hadn’t lied—the war with the Tonans was volatile. No one knew when they would
strike next. Because both Tonan and Castian warriors were armored, the battle
between the two races was almost impossible to end. Both sides were almost
indestructible. It had been this way for thousands of years. Each side needed
to develop a unique fighting stance to get the upper hand.
    Frustrated with his simmering
emotions, Dasks’ armor came up; he tossed Amy over his shoulder and scaled the
walls to level five with her howling in fear the entire way. Apparently his
little female had an aversion to heights. His scowl deepened when he realized
she actually thought he might drop her. Talsk followed with Meg who remained
silent. Their rooms were adjacent and Talsk disappeared into his with his
female.
    “These are my rooms, and now
yours,” Dasks said as he marched Amy into his cabin. His armor dropped when he
set Amy onto her feet.
    Amy glared at him. “Don’t you
have elevators?”
    “What are elevators?”
    “Never mind,” she snapped.
    Amy walked over to a huge
window that ran the length of this room. They were still on Earth. The ship
would remain on Earth until they reached their quota of females if possible.
Their vessel’s shield was growing weaker by the moment with very little to no
sun to regenerate it. They had at most seven Earth days. Many warriors went out
in search of prizes but very few were successful. On Earth, female humans were
few and far between. So far any female found had some type of injury. Dasks
sensed no injury on his little female—but there was something…
    The sky had darkened. Meteors
were once again bombarding the surface. They zapped against the ship’s shield
and exploded harmlessly. One exploded against the window and Amy jumped back.
She wrapped her arms around her chest. She looked forlorn. Once more she moved
forward, her fingers splaying against the window as she gazed at the mass
devastation. Amy’s breathing increased and she grew more fearful as the meteors
continued to fall and explode before her. From their height, they had a clear
line of vision of the ravaged Earth. Lights from the ship lit up the area for
miles. It looked like a fiery gray wasteland. Billowing dull clouds hung low in
the air. Rolling, smoky fog expanded to the skies like mountains riding massive
tidal waves.
    Dasks had seen images of
Earth in its glory. Colorful greens and reds and purples had littered the
ground in lush multitudes. Clear clean water gave refuge to sleek water
creatures. Beautiful birds had soared under a bright sun. Snow, something Dasks
had never seen, was an amazing white. It looked magnificent when spread out
covering tree and ground. It was gone. Everything bright and brilliant. The
snow was gray—icy death. It was a sad desecration of what once was and would
never be again.
    Dasks went to stand close to
Amy. Her face was an open book of raw emotion reflecting back against the glassy
surface. Dasks