sheer size of the fangs in his mouth was enough to make any sensible woman swoon.
Tina stood gaping up at him. She couldn’t do anything else. A low vicious growl echoed through the bridge, raising all the hairs on the back of her neck.
“You will have to go through me before you lay a hand on my mate. I think I will enjoy tearing you to pieces, Crasgich. I’m going to start with that soft underbelly of yours and rip your filthy heart out while it’s still beating.”
Sorvar made a sharp cutting motion with his hand, and the screen went blank. He turned to the male on the left without even glancing at Tina.
“Commander, rip them to shreds.”
The male gaped at Sorvar. “M-my Prince, the truce?”
“The Crasgich broke it the minute he attacked us,” Sorvar replied, his voice so deep Tina felt it like a drum reverberating inside her.
Sorvar turned, tugging Tina behind him, his sharp talons, digging painfully into her arm, but he only took two steps, and a violent shudder went through him. He faltered and dropped to his knees, shaking the floor plating with the force of the impact.
A deep groan rolled out of him as his body shook and shrank as fast as he’d expanded. Tina was almost ripped off her feet as he tumbled forward to collapse on the floor of the bridge.
“Sorvar!” She rushed forward to kneel at his side.
The ship shuddered under her, almost tossing Tina off her feet. Oh, god! It was so empty without his presence inside her. Was he dead? No, no, he couldn’t die on her, she wouldn’t let him.
Wings. Oh god, his wings were everywhere. She settled down on her knees close to Sorvar’s head and reached for his neck. His new physiology wasn’t that much different from a human’s. There had to be a vein in his neck.
Tina brushed over his neck, pushing his hair back before pressing firm fingers against his skin. She felt around, pressing against the smooth skin under his jaw until she found what she was looking for, the strong, steady pulse of his heart.
“He’s alive.” She sagged, some of the tension running out of her.
“Medical is on their way,” the tall male Sorvar had called his Commander said from behind her.
She didn’t get to respond—the ship shuddered and lurched again. Tina threw her hand out to brace herself on the floor, but her hand slid across the smooth surface.
The scent of blood was thick under her nose, the faint metallic scent overlaid by a brighter greener tone. Tina looked down to see almost black blood smeared across the floor from deep punctures in her wrist.
God, what else about her was different? Was there any of her humanity left? She let out a deep sigh. It wasn’t worth getting worked up about it. There were other things to be angry about. Like the fact that Sorvar hadn’t explained what soul bonding meant before he’d claimed her. When he woke up, they were going to have a serious conversation about his heavy-handed attitude.
Sorvar had given her the opportunity to study a species which had very little medical information about in the Coalition archives, even if he didn’t know it yet. Tina was not going to be some frivolous, useless princess. She wanted to work and study and learn about the species that was now hers, and she’d fight with everything in her for the right to do so. Even if that meant going head to head with Sorvar.
The ship shook and shuddered as the Crasgich continued to attack, but it was only a few minutes before the medics were rushing from the lift towards them. Tina watched as two males bound Sorvar’s wings into position against his body with great care.
A third male stood over her as she watched Sorvar lifted from the floor. “Come, Princess, we will heal your arm, and you can tell me what has happened to our Prince.”
Tina turned to find the male holding out his hand. She didn’t hesitate to take the offer of assistance. The Morgath were her people now. She had to start trusting them. It might as well be sooner than
Tina stood gaping up at him. She couldn’t do anything else. A low vicious growl echoed through the bridge, raising all the hairs on the back of her neck.
“You will have to go through me before you lay a hand on my mate. I think I will enjoy tearing you to pieces, Crasgich. I’m going to start with that soft underbelly of yours and rip your filthy heart out while it’s still beating.”
Sorvar made a sharp cutting motion with his hand, and the screen went blank. He turned to the male on the left without even glancing at Tina.
“Commander, rip them to shreds.”
The male gaped at Sorvar. “M-my Prince, the truce?”
“The Crasgich broke it the minute he attacked us,” Sorvar replied, his voice so deep Tina felt it like a drum reverberating inside her.
Sorvar turned, tugging Tina behind him, his sharp talons, digging painfully into her arm, but he only took two steps, and a violent shudder went through him. He faltered and dropped to his knees, shaking the floor plating with the force of the impact.
A deep groan rolled out of him as his body shook and shrank as fast as he’d expanded. Tina was almost ripped off her feet as he tumbled forward to collapse on the floor of the bridge.
“Sorvar!” She rushed forward to kneel at his side.
The ship shuddered under her, almost tossing Tina off her feet. Oh, god! It was so empty without his presence inside her. Was he dead? No, no, he couldn’t die on her, she wouldn’t let him.
Wings. Oh god, his wings were everywhere. She settled down on her knees close to Sorvar’s head and reached for his neck. His new physiology wasn’t that much different from a human’s. There had to be a vein in his neck.
Tina brushed over his neck, pushing his hair back before pressing firm fingers against his skin. She felt around, pressing against the smooth skin under his jaw until she found what she was looking for, the strong, steady pulse of his heart.
“He’s alive.” She sagged, some of the tension running out of her.
“Medical is on their way,” the tall male Sorvar had called his Commander said from behind her.
She didn’t get to respond—the ship shuddered and lurched again. Tina threw her hand out to brace herself on the floor, but her hand slid across the smooth surface.
The scent of blood was thick under her nose, the faint metallic scent overlaid by a brighter greener tone. Tina looked down to see almost black blood smeared across the floor from deep punctures in her wrist.
God, what else about her was different? Was there any of her humanity left? She let out a deep sigh. It wasn’t worth getting worked up about it. There were other things to be angry about. Like the fact that Sorvar hadn’t explained what soul bonding meant before he’d claimed her. When he woke up, they were going to have a serious conversation about his heavy-handed attitude.
Sorvar had given her the opportunity to study a species which had very little medical information about in the Coalition archives, even if he didn’t know it yet. Tina was not going to be some frivolous, useless princess. She wanted to work and study and learn about the species that was now hers, and she’d fight with everything in her for the right to do so. Even if that meant going head to head with Sorvar.
The ship shook and shuddered as the Crasgich continued to attack, but it was only a few minutes before the medics were rushing from the lift towards them. Tina watched as two males bound Sorvar’s wings into position against his body with great care.
A third male stood over her as she watched Sorvar lifted from the floor. “Come, Princess, we will heal your arm, and you can tell me what has happened to our Prince.”
Tina turned to find the male holding out his hand. She didn’t hesitate to take the offer of assistance. The Morgath were her people now. She had to start trusting them. It might as well be sooner than
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