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Authors: Lolita Lopez
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The Harcos blood in her comes from her father’s side.”
Did she know what she was? Surely she would have mentioned it in the woods. He had glimpsed her passport and the photos of her parents. The man in the picture didn’t look anything like a Harcos male. He had the smaller, leaner stature of these Earth-descendant humans.
“Her things were on the stretcher. We’ve got them in the private room they’re prepping for her stay tonight. Maybe there are some answers in there. It’s possible she has a father among our active ranks or our retired servicemen. He might not even know she exists. She might even have property rights.”
The doc’s statement caused a flutter of panic in Venom’s core. What if she wasn’t eligible for the Grab? Any man who had served could exempt his daughters from the ritual. Would her father—if he was still alive—try to break their union? Venom’s gut soured.
“Obviously I won’t say anything to anyone, Venom. The confidentiality of the medical branch protects the two of you. She’ll have to be told of the results of her blood test but that doesn’t meant the two of you have to share it with everyone else.”
Venom nodded and thanked Risk for fixing Dizzy. As he waited for a medic to escort him back to the recovery area, Venom tried to make sense of this new piece of information. He didn’t know what to do about it. Dizzy had said she had nowhere else to go but if she had a father out there somewhere…
He couldn’t bear to think about the possibilities.
The squeaky wheels on the janitorial cart made him wince. He lifted his gaze to Pierce’s and saw a great deal of interest there. No doubt Pierce had heard everything. So much for secrets.
Chapter Four
Dizzy came awake to the strangest beeping sounds. A little woozy and shaky, she blinked rapidly and tried to figure out where the hell she was. Before her mind cleared away the fuzzy thoughts preventing her from making sense of her surroundings, a familiar face appeared above her. Icy-blue eyes, so dark with concern, peered down at her.
Venom.
The memories of her strange morning came flooding back. She remembered the frigid cold, the deep snow and the panic that had gripped her as she rushed into the forest. The phantom sensation of those muscular arms of his wrapped around her and his tongue insistently dipping between her lips caused her belly to wobble. Still a little confused she reached up to touch her neck, fully expecting to feel his white collar there, but encountered only naked skin.
“It’s in my pocket, sugar.” Venom eased onto the bed, his hip against hers, and brushed his bare fingertips along her cheek. “You’re in the infirmary aboard the Valiant , the battleship where I’m stationed.” Lifting her hand, he kissed the back of it. “You scared me, Dizzy.”
Scared him? Hell, she had terrified herself. Never in her entire life had she felt such stabbing pain. Passing out cold had been a blessing because the searing-hot ice-pick-through-the-brain sensation had finally stopped.
Looking up into Venom’s taut face, she read the worry clearly. “Sorry.”
“For what?”
“Scaring you.” Her voice sounded a bit gravelly so she cleared her throat.
“You don’t have to apologize for that. Are you thirsty?” He reached for the small blue cup and matching pitcher on a rolling tray.
“Very.” Her mouth was so incredibly dry. Realizing she was flat on her back, she started to sit up but Venom’s huge paw gently flattened against her chest. Her questioning gaze flicked to his face. “What are you doing?”
“Easy,” he said calmly. “You’re not supposed to sit up too fast. Let me handle it.”
She was too groggy to argue with him. He flipped out a panel attached to the side of the bed and tapped at some sort of screen. Though most technology was forbidden on her planet, the area of The City where she lived had been teeming with illicit and black market goods, including handheld
Did she know what she was? Surely she would have mentioned it in the woods. He had glimpsed her passport and the photos of her parents. The man in the picture didn’t look anything like a Harcos male. He had the smaller, leaner stature of these Earth-descendant humans.
“Her things were on the stretcher. We’ve got them in the private room they’re prepping for her stay tonight. Maybe there are some answers in there. It’s possible she has a father among our active ranks or our retired servicemen. He might not even know she exists. She might even have property rights.”
The doc’s statement caused a flutter of panic in Venom’s core. What if she wasn’t eligible for the Grab? Any man who had served could exempt his daughters from the ritual. Would her father—if he was still alive—try to break their union? Venom’s gut soured.
“Obviously I won’t say anything to anyone, Venom. The confidentiality of the medical branch protects the two of you. She’ll have to be told of the results of her blood test but that doesn’t meant the two of you have to share it with everyone else.”
Venom nodded and thanked Risk for fixing Dizzy. As he waited for a medic to escort him back to the recovery area, Venom tried to make sense of this new piece of information. He didn’t know what to do about it. Dizzy had said she had nowhere else to go but if she had a father out there somewhere…
He couldn’t bear to think about the possibilities.
The squeaky wheels on the janitorial cart made him wince. He lifted his gaze to Pierce’s and saw a great deal of interest there. No doubt Pierce had heard everything. So much for secrets.
Chapter Four
Dizzy came awake to the strangest beeping sounds. A little woozy and shaky, she blinked rapidly and tried to figure out where the hell she was. Before her mind cleared away the fuzzy thoughts preventing her from making sense of her surroundings, a familiar face appeared above her. Icy-blue eyes, so dark with concern, peered down at her.
Venom.
The memories of her strange morning came flooding back. She remembered the frigid cold, the deep snow and the panic that had gripped her as she rushed into the forest. The phantom sensation of those muscular arms of his wrapped around her and his tongue insistently dipping between her lips caused her belly to wobble. Still a little confused she reached up to touch her neck, fully expecting to feel his white collar there, but encountered only naked skin.
“It’s in my pocket, sugar.” Venom eased onto the bed, his hip against hers, and brushed his bare fingertips along her cheek. “You’re in the infirmary aboard the Valiant , the battleship where I’m stationed.” Lifting her hand, he kissed the back of it. “You scared me, Dizzy.”
Scared him? Hell, she had terrified herself. Never in her entire life had she felt such stabbing pain. Passing out cold had been a blessing because the searing-hot ice-pick-through-the-brain sensation had finally stopped.
Looking up into Venom’s taut face, she read the worry clearly. “Sorry.”
“For what?”
“Scaring you.” Her voice sounded a bit gravelly so she cleared her throat.
“You don’t have to apologize for that. Are you thirsty?” He reached for the small blue cup and matching pitcher on a rolling tray.
“Very.” Her mouth was so incredibly dry. Realizing she was flat on her back, she started to sit up but Venom’s huge paw gently flattened against her chest. Her questioning gaze flicked to his face. “What are you doing?”
“Easy,” he said calmly. “You’re not supposed to sit up too fast. Let me handle it.”
She was too groggy to argue with him. He flipped out a panel attached to the side of the bed and tapped at some sort of screen. Though most technology was forbidden on her planet, the area of The City where she lived had been teeming with illicit and black market goods, including handheld
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