No Sister's Keeper by Jeanne G'Fellers

Author:Jeanne G'Fellers
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Tags: Gay & Lesbian
ISBN: 9781594933073
Publisher: Bella Books
Published: 2013-01-14T00:00:00+00:00

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“Granary Manager Cancelynn’s Chandresslandra,” called the healer in the examining room. Chandrey jumped to her feet and moved to her proper place just inside the doorway. “You again?” The healer frowned.

Chandrey was glad to be in Healer Zhastra’s care.

Zhastra was a lifelong member of the Granary Clan, but she wasn’t without compassion. In fact, Chandrey felt safe and wanted in her presence. But Zhastra, with her azure eyes and age-darkened, home-cut hair which seemed to go every direction at once, also intrigued her. She’d heard rumors about the healer’s odd family. Zhastra had so many thralls, her general healer’s allotment could barely clothe and feed them all.

Zhastra wore simple, handmade tunics and leggings, and walked around in worn boots that were big if the curled toes were any indicator. Neither did she go heavily armed, preferring her personal blade and one more dagger to the small arsenal other keepers carried.

“Let me see.” Zhastra pointed at Chandrey’s arm and took her wrist into her hands, holding it gingerly as she looked at the swelling.

When Chandrey winced and pulled away, Zhastra cocked an eyebrow, but waited until she held out the hand again.

“It’s likely broken,” Zhastra said flatly, but her mind opened to Chandrey’s, delivering a dose of relief while she gleaned some needed information. I’m sorry if I hurt you.

“Show me your shoulder.” The healer rose from her worktable to check the injury, her gentle, long fingers feeling along the joint. “It’ll be fine, but it needs rest.” She pointed at the metal examining lounger in the center of the room. “Remove everything from the waist down.”

When Chandrey hesitated, Zhastra cocked her brow a second time, a common keeper warning to a thrall, but her phase spoke differently. You’re in obvious pain. I should to check the damage.

Damage. Chandrey hung her head as she removed her skirts and climbed onto the table.

“Knees apart, feet together.”

Though the healer never touched her, Chandrey began to shake.

You’re safe. Zhastra pushed a calming phase into Chandrey that loosened her grip on the lounger’s edge. Damn it! Fury permeated Zhastra’s mental tone. I’ve reported Cance more times than I can count, but they do nothing.

“No bite marks this time, but a fair number of shallow lacerations and contusions.” Zhastra patted Chandrey’s arm and motioned for her to dress.

Those born into the Cleave know their role is to teach, not torture, Zhastra phased. I don’t agree with what’s happening to you and many of the others these days. These new keepers, the ones who’ve bought their way into the Cleave, use their power to abuse their life mates. They’re changing things, leading us down the wrong path.

I don’t understand. Chandrey struggled to pull her skirt up.

They’re power hungry. Zhastra rolled her eyes toward the visual recorder snuggled into the corner of the room. Cleave tenets say we teach, not torment. She cleared her throat.

“I’m no emotional healer,” Zhastra said when she returned to her worktable. “But you’ve got to be more careful around your keeper.” She produced a small imager from the cabinet beneath her worktable.

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