Daughters of Lyra: Heart of a Mercenary by Felicity Heaton Read Free Book Online Page B

her
heart and wouldn’t leave.

    Would he stay with
her?

    Or would he leave her once
he had his sisters?

    ****

    Chapter
6

    The cuffs bit into Miali’s
wrists, holding them behind her back. Her eyes darted around the
dark market. Stalls draped with tattered rich brown and dirty grey
coverings packed the large space. The air was thick with the smell
of spices, food, and medicines. An acrid stench wafted from one of
the small tents that they passed and she glanced in, only to choke
and turn away when she saw a big fat blue Sekarian male dissecting
a young child and dropping pieces into a flaming pot.

    Kosen’s grip on her right
arm tightened, as though he was silently asking if she was all
right. She tensed her arm to try to tell him that she was. She had
never imagined how horrifying the universe could be. This was worse
than any report she had ever read or anything she had ever seen.
And she was about to become a part of this darker side of the
galaxy, if Kosen couldn’t save her. She kept her head turned
towards him for a moment longer and then glanced to her
left.

    Her other arm was held by
a man that had to be Sasue. He was at least a head taller than
Kosen, and as broad as Nostra. Patchy black matted hair half hid
his ugly scarred face. The long strands were each the width of her
finger and shifted as he moved, swaying side to side with his heavy
gait.

    He grinned down at her,
his smile showing every disgusting perverted thought that crossed
his mind. His muscles rippled under the tight black flight suit
when he gripped her wrist a little tighter. She turned away from
him, frightened of the things she had seen in his eyes and the way
his thumb stroked her arm as light as a lover’s caress. Soon she
would be free of him. Soon.

    Nostra walked ahead of
them, his bulky frame and confident swagger clearing a path through
the crowd. The people that passed them were mostly males, all as
dirty and dangerous looking as Nostra and Sasue. Kosen didn’t seem
to fit in this underworld. He was pale, face clean, his black hair
spiked up. His flight suit fit snugly over his slim, toned body. A
glimmer of intelligence shone in his eyes. He was the opposite of
practically every male here.

    His dark eyes held a spark
of concern when they met hers. She went to smile but stopped
herself, aware that someone was watching them.

    Behind them walked the
female crewmember, a beautiful young Minervan with pale gold
streaks in her black hair. The gun that she carried looked far too
big for her to handle but something told Miali that she wouldn’t
have a problem. There had been a dark look in the female’s eyes
when she had seen her. It spoke of hatred and violence. She was as
heartless as the male crew was.

    Eryc walked beside the
female. He wore a black flight suit similar to the Minervans, as
though he was a part of the crew now. His cocksure smile hadn’t
faded. Miali was itching to wipe the intensely smug look off his
face and make him pay for what he had done to her. If she couldn’t
get revenge on him for his betrayal then she hoped that Nostra
killed him when she had escaped. He had to pay.

    Gunfire erupted, bright
yellow laser streaks flashing through the air, illuminating the
market.

    Miali dropped to her
knees, her heart beating painfully fast and her body trembling.
Kosen dropped with her and, when she looked at him, she saw that he
was holding a weapon. He had a gun. Perhaps they could escape after
all.

    His body covered hers, his
arm tight around her, shielding her. A loud blast shocked her
hearing into deafness on her left side. She wished that she could
cover her ears when Sasue fired the massive rifle again. He slowly
walked forwards until he was beside Nostra.

    Nostra held his hand up
and Sasue stopping firing. Miali looked through the gaps in their
legs at the market ahead of them. There was a fight. One male with
a laser gun was facing off against three others. Several dead
bodies lay at his feet in a