Lord of Capra by Jaylee Davis

Author:Jaylee Davis [Davis, Jaylee]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Forever More Publishing
Published: 2014-05-07T00:00:00+00:00

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Drake sat crossed-legged on the ground beside Evana’s relaxation pool, staring into the still water. He’d awoken earlier, once again unsure of how much time had gone by while he slept, used her bathhouse to clean up and donned the clothes that were provided. Now, trying his best to not feel abandoned, he waited, wishing he had something to do that could contribute in some way. He wasn’t tired. He wasn’t hungry. Instead, he burst with pent-up energy and didn’t have an outlet to release it.

Frustrated, he slapped the slick surface of the water with all his might and watched it ripple outward in small waves. They settled down almost immediately.

“Damn relaxation pool,” he murmured, scowling at his glassy reflection.

A light breeze caressed his cheek and ruffled his hair. Instinctively, he checked his surroundings for an intruder. Maybe Evana was trying to sneak up on him again, but no. There was no change in the sound of the ship’s life force. Evana was still in the pilot bed. The breeze stroked his cheek again. Drake smiled.

“Nemesis?”

“I am here.” Her voice was soft, tentative, and he was instantly alert. Nemesis had never spoken to him in such a tone.

“Is something wrong?” He jumped to his feet, thinking Evana might be in trouble.

“No. All is well.” Her voice was back to normal.

Drake was relieved. “You sounded tired.” Actually, he thought she sounded sad, but he went with tired.

“I am not tired. I sense you are unhappy.”

He shook his head. “No. I’m not unhappy. Why would you think that?”

“You actions are typical of a human in a despondent state. Or am I mistaken?”

Oh. God. No. My mate’s spaceship is trying to be my therapist now. Crap. Drake stifled a laugh, saying, “No. Maybe it seems that way, but I’m not…despondent. I can see why you might have thought that, uh, actually.” He stammered while trying to gather his wits in an effort to explain his mood. “I think I just need something constructive to do, you know, when Evana is busy. Like a job?” Silence. He hoped it was a good silence.

“Explain a job?”

“Okay. Maybe job isn’t the right word. How about task? Or duty?” Drake wasn’t sure if he could make her understand before the hole he dug got too deep.

“Yes. A duty,” Nemesis repeated. “Your duty is Evana,” she proclaimed.

“Yes, it is.” He agreed with her instantly before his hole turned into a gaping chasm. He remembered his father’s advice. When in doubt, always ask the woman who caused your doubt for her advice. “But, Nemesis, what can I do when she isn’t with me?”

“I know of something. The flat area beyond the pool is where Evana exercises. You should practice.”

“Practice?” Drake wasn’t sure where this was going. “Practice what?”

“Your fighting skills with the sword and dagger are in need of improvement.”

Instantly, he breathed easier, thankful she hadn’t said he needed to improve his mating skills and then launched into some lengthy description, detailing his various shortcomings.

“Yes. I do need to practice.

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