Centauri Captives Books 1-3: A Dark Sci-Fi Romance by Kallista Dane & Kate Richards

Author:Kallista Dane & Kate Richards [Dane, Kallista]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Decadent Publishing LLC
Published: 2020-02-25T00:00:00+00:00

A sharp pang of hunger jolted me wide awake, and I opened my eyes. The room was dimly lit, and, for a moment, I thought I was alone. Then I heard soft breathing and peered over the edge of the bed.

Trreena was asleep on the floor, arms wrapped around her body as though she was cold. I tried to sit up so I could cover her but couldn’t. At first, I thought it was because I was so weak. Then I realized she’d nestled me in a cocoon. Blankets, towels, full dress uniforms, gauzy feminine garments—she’d gathered every scrap of fabric she could find and layered them around me so tightly I could barely move.

She looked pale. Thinner than I remembered. I worked one arm free and reached down to touch her cheek. Her eyes popped open instantly. She jumped up and sat on the side of the bed.

“Dylolo? What is it? Would you like some more tea?” She leaned over me, stroked my forehead, and smiled. “Your fever has broken. You’re not burning up any more.”

“I feel better. And you can forget about tea. I’m starving! I feel like I haven’t eaten in days.” I wrinkled my brow. “Just now. You called me…Dylolo.”

I didn’t think it was possible, but her face grew even paler. “I’m sorry, Master. It just slipped out.”

“Where did you hear that name?”

“From you. You were pretty…um…out of it for a while. You kept calling me Ama and referring to yourself as Dylolo.”

“I did? What else did I say?”

Her cheeks turned the fetching shade of pink I loved to see. “Um…nothing really.”

“Trreena. Do not lie to me.”

“You talked a lot about your childhood. Nice memories. And you wanted me to sing to you, but I didn’t know the song. So I sang you ones I remembered from when I was a kid.” She smiled again. “Row, row, row your boat was your favorite. You made me sing it over and over.”

“Ama is what Arythians call their mothers. I was deathly ill as a child. My own ama sat by my bedside for weeks. When I tossed and turned, unable to sleep, she’d sing to me. She called me her little Dylos. Dylolo.” I closed my eyes, overcome with a fresh wave of grief. In a way, my illness had been a blessing. For a while, I’d forgotten everyone I’d ever loved was gone.

Trreena nodded. “Moju thinks the reason you’re alive right now is because of that illness you had as a child. Your body managed to create an antivirus to fight it off, and it’s still in your blood. Whatever crud you picked up on the ice planet was close enough to that old viral strain for it to be able to mutate and destroy this one.”

I struggled to a sitting position. “I’m weak as a babe. How long have I been down?”

She avoided my eyes. “Not long.”

“Trreena.”

Fortunately, my voice still had enough strength to intimidate her.

“Twelve of your sol units. Maybe more. It’s hard to keep track without seeing a sunrise or sunset.

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