Montrouge, and yet she
looked as if she believed that shite she was spewing about ‘understanding’ and ‘motives’
and ‘friends’. It boggled the mind, it truly did. Has to be an act. But
if it was, it was a good one to fool Tolan Lark; the cat had could usually
smell deceit. Might be he was as susceptible to a beautiful woman as the next
man, Barnos included. But they had never seemed to share that trait. Pragmatism
and ruthlessness, that they shared, but not the weakness for beautiful women.
That was all Barnos, and he was not ashamed to admit it. The Shakien did agree
to rescue the girl, and that was decidedly out of character. Either he had
some other plan in the works, or he really did like her enough to be damn
inconvenienced by her rescue. And apparently, this was not the first time.
Something to think about.
Much better than thinking
on the pair of blue balls he was sporting with a beautiful nymph on the ship
who obviously had no interest in showing him the gratitude he was hoping for.
Since his dick had been hard from his first sight and had yet to lose interest,
things were not looking good for a comfortable flight. The cat’s ship was fast
and brutal in a fight, but it was not big enough to keep clear of a woman that
smelled like flowers, even when she was covered in filth, and had the soulful
brown eyes of an angel. At least it promised to be of short duration. That
was something.
“Your sister will be
happy to see you.” Tolan Lark got the ship underway and was plugging the
coordinates for the jump when the lady made a delicate little throat clearing
sound to draw his attention. Barnos was busy finding a jump chair but the
sound drew his attention to the girl. She looked serene, and she was trying
too hard to achieve that, her eyes looking big and melting in her pale face, so
Barnos narrowed his eyes and studied her even as she started speaking.
“I cannot meet with my
sister just yet. A young boy was with me in the slave transport. An Avian child.
I need to find him first. I am hoping that you will be able to help me one
more time to free him.”
Tolan Lark gave as good of
a blank face as he could. Quite frankly, Barnos was waiting for the punch
line. When none came, he shook his head.
“Come again?” Barnos asked
his voice low and incredulous. “We were hired to find one child, not two.”
The insult had her
flashing those serene brown eyes his way. He valiantly ignored how pretty they
were and glared back. She just raised her brow and moved those big doe eyes
back to Tolan Lark. “It’s the right thing to do.”
Tolan Lark looked wary
when he should have looked amused by the naive statement. “Lady Lara, I
sympathize with a child becoming a slave, but we cannot save everyone,” he
started carefully, only to be interrupted.
“I don’t need to save
everyone,” she said quickly. “Just this child.”
He tried a different tact,
when he should have not just said no , but hell no . “If we knew
where he was taken, maybe we could find him . . .”
She interrupted his
careful words with a smile. “But we do know where he is,” she said sweetly. “If
you used my tracking code to find me on Montrouge then you can find the boy the
same way.”
“And how would we do
that?” Barnos narrowed his eyes her way. “When my understanding is that code
was undetectable and heat transferred into your skin.”
“I transferred mine to
Thaos before he was sold on Montrouge.”
The silence was
deafening. “And if we had not found you on Montrouge before you were sold and
moved?” Barnos asked very carefully, his own anger heating at the chances she
took.
“Then at least the boy
would have been found and Nori would have looked after him in my stead.”
Barnos stared at the
crazy woman. “And you would have lived a short miserable life, followed by a
hard death,” he reminded her grimly.
“Thaos is barely more
than a