Forgotten in Darkness by Zoe Forward Read Free Book Online Page A

Kira leaned through the seats to touch Ethan’s arm.
    “Thanks, Doc,” Ethan mumbled and leaned his head back to rest.
    Dakar whispered to Ethan, “When she heals major injury, do we all feel orgasmic like Ashor?”
    Ethan didn’t open his eyes, but smiled and shook his head. He whispered, “Nope. But you better not let Ashor hear you mention that word and her name in the same sentence. He went apeshit once when I mentioned her boobs while in a drug-induced haze that she put me in. She’s a good healer. Better than the previous akhrians. And she’s a real doctor, too.”
    Ashor roared, “Tell me what happened at the prison and why the hell he’s already a magus.”
    Dakar chuckled. Obviously, Ashor didn’t have as much control over his woman as he’d like, not that he ever did. They were a good match. She always drove him insane in more ways than one.
    “Maybe, Mister Prime Magus, oh leader-man, you need to ask him and not yell at me.” Kira smiled at Ashor’s obvious frustration and kissed him on the nose.
    “Stop trying to distract me. He did touch you, didn’t he?”
    Kira latched her lips onto Ashor. He growled and responded in kind.
    Dakar said, “Regardless of whatever happened, she owes me some information.”
    Kira pulled away from Ashor, her cheeks pink and lips puffy. She whispered something to Ashor that none but the two of them could hear before she shifted her attention to Dakar. “Before we return to the plane, we’ve got a little detour that I think you’ll find interesting, Dakar.”
    A few minutes outside the city, the car halted in front of several rundown dusty stucco buildings. Painted black letters to the side of the main door read Centro Médico . Loiterers watched the car with unmasked curiosity.
    “What is this place?” Ashor asked.
    “I need to take Dakar on a little field trip. Little exchange for the assist you guys needed,” Kira replied. She addressed the occupants of the back seat. “Dakar, you can’t go in there looking like that. Dead giveaway for recent prison bust, not to mention that style went out a while ago. Nate, give Dakar your shirt.”
    “What? I like this shirt,” Nate complained.
    “Oh, suck it up and give it over,” Kira directed.
    Nate jumped out of the car. He pulled off his black tactical vest, unloaded two knives from the shirt’s pockets, and then unbuttoned the shirt to reveal a gun holster at his belt and a knife hanging on a chain around his neck.
    Dakar commented, “You doubt yourself with a scimitar, Lightning?”
    “No. Prepared. Just take the damn shirt.” Nate thrust the blue button-down toward Dakar. He collected his weapons and resumed his seat in the SUV with a sulky snort.
    “Give him your shoes too,” Kira ordered.
    “Seriously?” Nate asked.
    Kira quirked an eyebrow. “His boots have holes in the bottom.”
    Nate rolled his eyes, unlaced his shitkickers and tossed them next to Dakar.
    Dakar tore off the tattered remains around his chest. He hopped out of the car and turned away from the others after a few seconds of several too-intense body evals. He wasn’t particularly self-conscious, but their abject curiosity irritated him. In the brief moments his muscled back faced them, he knew they scanned the multitude of scars and dark blue tattoos littering his back, evidence of previous akhrians ’ mysticalhealing. No doubt the black non-healing gash that ran diagonally down his back in a ribbon of necrotic tissue would be a curiosity magnet. Necho’s rib hit was almost healed, which they’d know even for a magus was fast.
    After he finished tying the shoes, he turned. His eyes found Kira’s, daring her to comment on what she’d seen.
    In a manner of a medical professional, her face locked down all emotion and she nodded.
    Ashor exited the vehicle and blocked her path. He towered over her by more than a foot, clearly intent on forbidding his womango out of sight. Looked like intimidating her into submission was his plan.