Steel (Dark Monster Fantasy Book 2) by Cari Silverwood

Author:Cari Silverwood [Silverwood, Cari]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2018-06-29T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter 18

Breath torn from her, arms flailing, falling into the chasm between buildings, Ember had prepared for death.

Ig had sacrificed himself on the fall. Appearing under her and pushing, he’d tried to save her. She’d heard the whirr of his little wings and maybe felt that other dimensional power being used to slow her descent. It was yet another impossible. She figured fate owed her anyway.

Then Baz, or whatever was this contorted monster he’d become, had wrenched her from the air. He tumbled down the building, slowing them, landing them both in a pile of rotting leaves and the gods knew what. He’d brought her deep into the under structure of this festering forest-city world, then torn or stripped the ropes from her. In shock that she lived, she’d watched him run off. Too late to beg that he stay.

The data knife had slipped from inside her and she didn’t know where it had fallen. It seemed so trivial now, in the face of everything that’d happened.

Here stank. Rotting plant or animal, rotting water for all she could tell. There was Xatar blood on her as well as some of the cyborg’s. In saving her, he’d hurt himself.

She was alive.

Ig was gone too. She thought he lived, though what he’d done must’ve strained his power to the limits. It could’ve killed him. She’d even checked under her butt to be sure she’d not squashed him. He healed better in his elsewhere space, so perhaps he was licking his wounds there and would return later.

Ig wasn’t immortal. How she knew that, she wasn’t sure. Her childhood mentor might’ve told her long ago.

Crouching, shivering, she looked about and saw nothing. At least that man had stopped screaming. A Xatar, hopefully. She’d seen Hoss fighting. The orc was strong, agile. He must have survived.

She believed that. She found each hand with the other, threaded her fingers together, gripped tight. The scratches and bruises on her body must number in the dozens yet nothing seemed broken.

Believe.

Hoss might’ve walked out on her, but she wanted him still, liked him so much his death would have her bawling. She’d asked him to leave though. And here he was saving her. Or trying to.

Please be alive, Hoss.

Dark here, so dark the drip of water consumed her senses.

The creak of long-dead, buried buildings. Dead people too, she guessed. Most things down here would be dead.

Must not panic. She wiped her eyes with her fingers, sniffled.

She was alive.

Two choices. Die in the dark or find the light.

Something rustled closer, breathed on her and snorted. A man’s nose touched her neck. She managed not to jerk.

“Baz? Baz, are you okay?” She knew his scent and recognized the cybernetic arm he’d slid across her back.

That scent weaved and ripped through her and hit home, energizing her desires.

She shuddered and curled forward over the aching part of her, groaning. It wasn’t just Hoss who aroused her. He hadn’t done this to her. Someone else then...

A chemical reaction. An aphrodisiac of some kind. A targeted one.

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