Collected by Robin Roseau

Collected by Robin Roseau

Author:Robin Roseau [Roseau, Robin]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Robin Roseau
Published: 2015-11-05T23:00:00+00:00


Recovery

I didn't die. As I lay on the ground, I wished to die. I was out of my mind from the agony. I know I screamed. I screamed and screamed as I writhed on the ground.

The male carried me from the cage, but I was too far gone in my agony to realize it at the time. I didn't see where he carried me, but then he was pressing me into one of their chairs, and he had to hold me down as the chair enveloped me.

And then... it ended.

* * * *

I didn't die, but when I woke, I still wished I had. I felt raw, like I'd had my insides scrubbed with a wire brush.

"Sapphire Fletcher," said a gentle, concerned voice.

I opened my eyes. Jasmine stood beside my bed, looking down at me. I was still heavily encased, with just my face exposed. I couldn't even move my head.

"That was a very foolish thing to do."

I looked down, but I couldn't see much, just the chair, and a lump that would have been my body inside of it.

"I. Lived. Pity."

"You lost a lot of blood. It was a close thing. If we'd waited for the medics, you would have bled out."

"General. Idea. How many died fighting over me?"

"None."

"Bronze?"

"See for yourself." She gestured and stepped aside. Standing, leaning against the wall, was a blurry figure.

"Bronze?"

She moved to stand on the other side of my chair. She looked a lot better than I felt. Bronze caressed my face, and I closed my eyes.

"Remember. Male. Carried."

"We couldn't wait," Jasmine said.

"His now. Let me die."

"No," Bronze said firmly. "Mine."

Opened my eyes and looked at her.

"You beat Garrick," Jasmine said. "Not all challenges are physical. As it appeared your wish for Bronze to win, I declared her the winner. She is your challenger-mate. You are her mating candidate."

"Not yours," I said up at Bronze. "I'm a free woman. Make own decisions."

She caressed my cheek gently then spoke in her own language. Jasmine translated. "Get well, she says. You have challenges to share, and she has an ass that requires kicking. Whatever that means."

Bronze bent over and kissed my forehead, and then she was gone. I turned my focus back to Jasmine.

"How long?"

"You've been here for two days. We healed the damage. You won't be able to tell. I almost decided you should keep the scar, but Garrick and Bronze told me what they'd do to me if we didn't heal you completely."

"Sunburn."

"We healed that, too."

"Throat hurts."

She smiled. "They didn't threaten me over your throat. Consider it a portion of my petty revenge."

"Why am I in this chair?"

"Your body needs rest."

"When do I go back to my cell?"

"Tomorrow."

"Where are my glasses?"

"Waiting in your cell."

"Where is my visor?"

"That is the other portion of my petty revenge. Your little stunt has cost you all your earned privileges. Your visor is confiscated. You have no privileges."

But then, like Bronze, she caressed my cheek. "Get well."

She turned to go.

"No!" I yelled. "Administrator Brighteyes, I must protest."

She turned back. "Your throat is feeling better?"

"No, it's not.



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