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Warriors were still uncertain of her and acted like she would break if they
touched her wrong. They were used to gentle females, not a strong, capable Warrior such as
Annis. Cohen didn’t understand why the thought of Annis and Blake sleeping together bothered
him so much, or why he was even thinking about it at all.
Because you want to sleep with her, you idiot. And you are one of the most despicable
people on this planet for even thinking about it.
“Whoa,” Noah said. “Back up. Who killed Susan?”
Cohen’s bet was Annis. Why, he didn’t know. Maybe it was because he liked her better
—or hated her worse—depending on which way you looked at it.
Annis and Blake exchanged a glance, then Annis looked out at them. Her golden eyes
were blazing as she tossed some beads over her shoulder. “I did,” she stated flatly.
There were a couple of low whistles around the table. He had been right. Cohen just
stared at her realizing his respect, and therefore his hatred for her increased. The female was
fearless, as well as strong and capable. He no longer had those traits within him, and he wondered if he ever would again.
He remembered a time where he was honorable and respectable. He had grown up in the
forests and learned to harness his healing gift at a young age. His parents had helped him
understand the importance and weight of such a gift, and once word had spread throughout the
Forest Dwellers that there was a true Healer among them, they had come in flocks.
And it was through those flocks of people that he had perfected his craft. He often
couldn’t do much to heal the elderly, and there was something within him that was very
accepting of that. However, he healed who he could, fusing their energy with his own, and
moving around their body to mend whatever ailed them.
It became such a burden. He felt he needed to be available at all times, and it drained
him. Not only did the healing expend a great amount of energy, but so did knowing that there
was always someone who was in need of his gift.
After a few centuries, it all became too much, and he and Mia had run away to the city
where he had learned what life was like without the constant strain of people wanting him or
needing his attention.
It was there he had met Rayner, and they became fast friends. Cohen had convinced him
to join the military, and they were two very gifted souls on a path to who knew what.
He did know that if he had had a crystal ball at that time and could see a few centuries
into the future, he wouldn’t have signed up, and probably would have hightailed it back to the
forest. Even the stress of someone always wanting you wasn’t as bad as the stew of witches’
guilt-shit he had brewing within him.
In short, he was one fucking mess, and there was nothing hot about him or what he had
going on inside.
The guilt over his philandering while away from his lovren ate at him. It was truly a beast
that lived within him, consuming him slowly, its jaws sluggishly chewing away at his very soul.
He had thought about trying to tap it down, but he deserved whatever came to him, he
sincerely did. He was a cocksucker of mega proportions. Hell, he probably deserved death, and
frankly, he kind of hoped it came. It had been almost a year since he found out he was stuck on
this rock called Earth and that he would never see home, or his lovren , again.
Fucking life.
The first time he had strayed from his mating vows was seventy-five years after they
arrived. It had been a frigid night in New York. They had struck out yet again on the Colonist
front—it had turned out to just be a piece-of-shit human, just like the very dead Susan Kresper.
Cohen had been alone at the rooming house they had checked into while the other Warriors were
out and about, doing whatever they did during the day when they weren’t searching for
Colonists. All except Noah, of course. He was upstairs sleeping, getting prepared for the
touched her wrong. They were used to gentle females, not a strong, capable Warrior such as
Annis. Cohen didn’t understand why the thought of Annis and Blake sleeping together bothered
him so much, or why he was even thinking about it at all.
Because you want to sleep with her, you idiot. And you are one of the most despicable
people on this planet for even thinking about it.
“Whoa,” Noah said. “Back up. Who killed Susan?”
Cohen’s bet was Annis. Why, he didn’t know. Maybe it was because he liked her better
—or hated her worse—depending on which way you looked at it.
Annis and Blake exchanged a glance, then Annis looked out at them. Her golden eyes
were blazing as she tossed some beads over her shoulder. “I did,” she stated flatly.
There were a couple of low whistles around the table. He had been right. Cohen just
stared at her realizing his respect, and therefore his hatred for her increased. The female was
fearless, as well as strong and capable. He no longer had those traits within him, and he wondered if he ever would again.
He remembered a time where he was honorable and respectable. He had grown up in the
forests and learned to harness his healing gift at a young age. His parents had helped him
understand the importance and weight of such a gift, and once word had spread throughout the
Forest Dwellers that there was a true Healer among them, they had come in flocks.
And it was through those flocks of people that he had perfected his craft. He often
couldn’t do much to heal the elderly, and there was something within him that was very
accepting of that. However, he healed who he could, fusing their energy with his own, and
moving around their body to mend whatever ailed them.
It became such a burden. He felt he needed to be available at all times, and it drained
him. Not only did the healing expend a great amount of energy, but so did knowing that there
was always someone who was in need of his gift.
After a few centuries, it all became too much, and he and Mia had run away to the city
where he had learned what life was like without the constant strain of people wanting him or
needing his attention.
It was there he had met Rayner, and they became fast friends. Cohen had convinced him
to join the military, and they were two very gifted souls on a path to who knew what.
He did know that if he had had a crystal ball at that time and could see a few centuries
into the future, he wouldn’t have signed up, and probably would have hightailed it back to the
forest. Even the stress of someone always wanting you wasn’t as bad as the stew of witches’
guilt-shit he had brewing within him.
In short, he was one fucking mess, and there was nothing hot about him or what he had
going on inside.
The guilt over his philandering while away from his lovren ate at him. It was truly a beast
that lived within him, consuming him slowly, its jaws sluggishly chewing away at his very soul.
He had thought about trying to tap it down, but he deserved whatever came to him, he
sincerely did. He was a cocksucker of mega proportions. Hell, he probably deserved death, and
frankly, he kind of hoped it came. It had been almost a year since he found out he was stuck on
this rock called Earth and that he would never see home, or his lovren , again.
Fucking life.
The first time he had strayed from his mating vows was seventy-five years after they
arrived. It had been a frigid night in New York. They had struck out yet again on the Colonist
front—it had turned out to just be a piece-of-shit human, just like the very dead Susan Kresper.
Cohen had been alone at the rooming house they had checked into while the other Warriors were
out and about, doing whatever they did during the day when they weren’t searching for
Colonists. All except Noah, of course. He was upstairs sleeping, getting prepared for the
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