Sink (Cold Mark Book 2) by Dawn Scarlett

Author:Dawn, Scarlett [Dawn, Scarlett]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Published: 2014-10-30T16:00:00+00:00

“What are you two doing?” I asked.

My curiosity had piqued two hours after breakfast when Pluma Creo had produced vials of liquid from his bedroom closet. It was now almost dinner time for Jax and me, and he was still taking up the entire kitchen mixing these liquids together with extreme care. Pluma Moir had joined him, bringing what appeared to be a clear piece of engineering adhesive strip with him - about the size of half my hand. Together, they were sprinkling the cooled mixture on the adhesive material.

Studying his work, Pluma Moir stated evenly, “The medication in your system is almost gone.”

I fisted my – slightly – shaking hands. “How did you know that I was taking medicine?”

Absently, he sniffed the air. “We can smell it on you.” He shrugged when I continued to gape at their sense of smell. “It’s understandable, being as far away from your Vaq as you are. Before Killeg and I invented this, many Vaq and their Soul did the same to handle the pain.” He paused thoughtfully, and then chuckled quietly. “Don’t worry. We’ll bill your Vaq for the cost.”

“Uh…” I stared at their handiwork. “That’s for me?”

“Yes,” Pluma Creo answered, lowering his face to stare as he coated the outer edges.

I blinked, “You two invented a way to reverse the side effects?”

Again, Pluma Moir shrugged, and then blew lightly on the material, drying it. “I’m an engineer. Killeg’s a botanist. We enjoy creating items to help our people.” His dark eyes peeked up at me, capturing my gaze as he blew once more on the drying liquid. When I didn’t glance away, unable to, my very being caught on his, his lips curved in a sensual manner. He gradually straightened as my cheeks heated. “When we’re not killing people, that is.”

I jerked my attention away, and stared at the stove. It was safe there. Bland and boring. “You two are a muddle of unparalleled contradictions.”

“We are who we are,” Pluma Moir stated simply, humor lightening his tone.

I glanced his way, and snorted. My lips even curved into a slight smile. “That you are.”

Pluma Creo caught my attention when he lifted the adhesive strip - with delicate care - and walked toward me. “Lift your hair.”

I eyed the strip. “You’re sure it’s safe? For a Human, that is?”

He chuckled quietly. “If the Mian medicine that you ingested didn’t kill you, then this is safe.”

I guess that was true. “What do you two call it?”

“We named it Solo.”

“That’s fitting, I suppose.” I lifted my hair into a high ponytail, and dipped my head forward, showing my coded bars of the Cold Mark plainly. “Slap it on.”

His tone was quiet as he stepped directly behind me, bring a wave of his scent and heat. “We do not slap women on this planet, Ms. Valorn.” Ever so softly, he placed the strip against my Cold Mark, and it instantly adhered to my skin, providing an instantaneous relief that had my shoulders sagging, my head no longer throbbing, and my limbs no longer on a simmer of fired pain.

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