StarCraft: The Dark Templar Saga Book Two (StarCraft: Blizzard Legends) by Christie Golden

Author:Christie Golden [Golden, Christie]
Language: eng
Format: azw3
Publisher: Blizzard Entertainment, LLC
Published: 2019-10-04T00:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER TWELVE

ROSEMARY AWOKE AND FOR A LONG, LONG moment thought she was still deep in the nightmare. The nightmare of searing pain, of a hunger that refused to be sated, of being helpless before both other people and her own cravings. Then she realized that the pain of a body twisted too long in an unnatural position and the itch of blood drying on her wrists and ankles were indeed very real.

“Shit,” she said, and drowned out the rising fear with irritation at herself for getting into this predicament.

She was lying on the cold stone floor. Her wrists were bound behind her back with some kind of cord. Cautious, exploratory movement revealed that her legs, bent behind her, were also bound, and something attached ankles to wrists, so she was effectively well trussed up. That she’d been in this position for some time was evidenced by the screaming pain of her muscles. She was no longer where she had been attacked; they’d taken her somewhere else, some dimly lit niche somewhere in this vast underground city. Rosemary lifted her head to look around. Were her captors here or had she been left alone?

“So, you are awake,” came a voice in her mind. “Good. I was worried that Alzadar here might have permanently damaged you.”

One question answered, then: Her captors, the templar-turned-Forged Alzadar among them, were most definitely present.

“Well, wouldn’t want that, would we?” she shot back cheerfully. There was no point in plotting an escape when you were surrounded by people who could read your mind. The block Zamara had erected had prevented the Tal’darim from detecting her; it would be of no protection if she was stupid enough to literally stumble across them. And besides, it had worn off by this point, as Zamara had said it would, which meant they probably knew everything she knew now. She tried not to think about it and couldn’t, just, she realized, like the old, tired saw that if someone said “Don’t think about a purple elephant,” all you saw in your mind’s eye was a lavender pachyderm. Instantly, of course, she did think about a purple elephant, and she got a brief and satisfying jolt of pleasure at the confusion the image presented to her captors.

“Only temporarily damaged, I can deal with,” she continued. “You didn’t kill me outright, so that means you want something.”

Long, cool hands closed on her body and she was positioned so she could see. She bit her lip to keep from crying out, from giving them the satisfaction of knowing how it hurt her, and then thought, That was stupid, because of course they could read her mind. God, she was really starting to get pissed off at this whole mind-reading business. She clung to the anger.

She looked around at the protoss. Most of them hung back, but two stood gazing down at her. Overall they looked pretty much like the Shel’na Kryhas. There was certainly no immediate visible difference between the two factions. They were

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