Beyond the Rain by Jess Granger

Author:Jess Granger
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Tags: Man-woman relationships, Fantasy fiction, Paranormal, Fiction, Romance, Fantasy, Slaves, Hormones, Sex, General
ISBN: 9780425229262
Publisher: New York : Berkley Sensation, 2009.
Published: 2009-08-04T03:10:04+00:00

12

LEAVE IT TO CYANI TO FIND A WAY TO GET WHAT SHE WANTED. SOREN watched her from a distance, marveling at how she had adapted the Makkolen clothing to suit her own needs.

She had gotten her hands on two more head scarves, and with them, she had turned the sensual and revealing clothing of the Makkolen women into a mysterious, and strangely threatening, warrior getup. She had wrapped a bloodred scarf over her head and face so only her eyes could be seen through a narrow slit. It masked her humanity, her femininity, until he could only see the cold power of her training.

With a second scarf, she cloaked her delicious belly by wrapping her breasts tightly with it, and lacing the bodice on top, then tucking it into the waist of her skirt. Even though it covered her skin, the allure of how the silk moved as her torso twisted in one of her kicks made Soren’s blood burn in his veins.

And finally she had taken a ginger cloth and managed to turn her skirt into a strangely tied pair of flowing pants, complete with “undergarments” of sorts. She looked like a warrior born out of restless flames, but he knew the woman she hid beneath her cloth, her weapons, her control.

Crack!

Cyani swung an arm-length stick over her head and brought it down hard on the toppled trunk of a dead tree.

She shook her head, took three strides back then ran at the tree with full force. With one hand she vaulted over the trunk, landed on the other side, and brought the stick down with another loud whack.

She fought so hard.

What was she really fighting against?

It had been four days since the storm. He was still feeling remarkably well, even though he could feel the drugs fading. He figured the kiltii water and sleeping so close to Cyani had helped keep his system balanced. Each day he regained more of his humor, his hope, but the days had tortured her.

She rarely spoke with other members of the tribe. He had taught her a few phrases, but she used them reluctantly. Each night she stared out at the far moon and watched the pinpoints of light flying to and from the Union base there. Every morning before dawn, she came to this shadowed place near the outer wall and practiced her training rituals. While she had grown closer to him, she didn’t seem to be adapting to Makko itself.

Soren turned the small round bead in his hand. With the edge of his knife, he deepened a slice to emphasize the edge of the fox’s face he had carved into it. He had made a whole sack of beads, but they sat in the dark, not woven into a necklace for the only woman who meant anything to him.

He knew she’d never willingly wear it.

He couldn’t ask her to. She would be trading her chains of honor for chains of a different kind.

She launched into one of her Ahora routines, swinging the makeshift “blade” around with the ease of a master.

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