Ripped and Roar by Viola Grace

Author:Viola Grace [Grace, Viola]
Language: eng
Format: epub, pdf
Tags: Romance, Paranormal, Sci-fi
Publisher: Devine Destinies
Published: 2011-08-24T22:00:00+00:00

Chapter Seven

Waking in medical with a full complement of staff and visitors was a little overwhelming. Cila scooted into a sitting position as quickly as she could.

Effin looked exhausted and Isabi had his arm around Mala and was holding a selection of ration bars in a bandolier. Fixer was gone leaving Mala to stuff her face.

Arkhov was next to her in an instant, "How are you feeling?"

She flexed her fingers and did a personal inventory. Her body was fine. It felt a little dull but otherwise normal. I feel fine.

Effin breathed with relief, his arm around a woman wearing a headpiece that smacked of Fixer's handiwork. "Good. That is what we were going for. Oh, this is the head of Morganti Base. Relay, meet the newest member of the Sector Guard."

Mala swallowed and spoke. "Roar. Her name will be Roar."

Relay arched a brow. "Usually it is the partner who names the new recruit."

Mala grinned, "He was too slow. I win."

Arkhov pulled Cila to him and pressed a kiss to her forehead. "I like it."

She smiled up at him. I like it as well. Very to the point.

Effin cleared his throat. "Are you up to testing the implants?"

She nodded and swung her feet off the bed. The sheet came with them and her back was exposed to the room at large. Cila held the sheet to her breasts and tilted her head. I don't feel different. I mean…I feel different, but still like I have power.

Relay took one of Cila's hands and smiled. "That is how it is supposed to be. You are supposed to have control over your talent. We will discuss it later, when you can actually discuss it."

The head of the rapidly growing training centre for talents winked at Cila, then shooed everyone out of the room.

Mala held up one hand and reached into a cabinet. "She will need this. I think it matches her eyes."

The fabric that tumbled from her fingers into Cila's lap was a swirling combination of smoke and fire. Reds and greys swirled across the surface in a hypnotic pattern. Tears came to her eyes as she ran her hands over the suit.

Her fingers shook as she signed, Thank you.

"You are welcome. The suit is fit to you and is rigged with a number of handy gadgets. We will get to them later. For now, I will leave you to get dressed and then we can get you back into the speaking world."

Biting her lip, Cila nodded and then glared at Arkhov until he left her to get dressed.

The suit went on with a few sharp tugs and the built-in boots were snug all the way up her calves to mid-thigh. Mala wasn't kidding when she said that the suit was fitted to her. By the time Cila had everything in its proper place, the supports within the suit held her breasts comfortably and wrapped around her ribs in a comforting manner.

She took a few steps, bent, twisted and stood up again, nodding. It was indeed a perfect fit.

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