The Commander's Virgin Queen (Warlords 0f Farian Book 3) by Bailey Dark

Author:Bailey Dark [Dark, Bailey]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Mythology & Folk Tales, Alien Invasion & First Contact, Sci-Fi Romance, Warlords 0f Farian Series, Dangerous & Deadly, Paranormal & Contemporary Romance, Women's Fiction, Supernatural Fantasy, Protection & Safety, Life-Changes, Mythical Creatures, Action & Adventure, SciFi Fantasy Romance, Futuristic, Beautiful & Feisty, Genetic Engineering Fiction, Battling Warlords
Publisher: Bailey Dark
Published: 2019-09-11T04:00:00+00:00

Fourteen

Ceritha

I rolled my head into my hands as I struggled to sit up, moving against the rocking of the sea’s motion of the boat, but also against the rocking of splitting pain in my head. Am I drugged or is it just from the brutal hit I took to my head?

I forced my eyes open and blearily blinked them to look through the dim light around the room. It was a sparse cabin, portholes on one side of the room, looking out into darkness. I was on a ship, that was certain. A large one, it seemed. An older, wooden, pirate ship, perhaps…

What do they want with me? Ransom against Axis?

I have to find a way out of here…

I reached for the wall and made my way to my feet, uneasy on my legs, my head pounding. The only light in the room was a dimly flickering fluorescent strip up along the bulkhead and a bit of light that came in from the gleam of the door at the top of the stairs that led to the deck. There was a restroom with a toilet and sink, but no door, and a canteen of water in the sparse room. My prison was a barred cell separated from a bigger hold that was choked to the brim with all the goods of an armory; swords, knives, laser cannons, refill charges, and grenade launchers.

I immediately tried to call a knife to my hand and a spark burst through my fingertips and I jumped back, shaking my hands, cursing. A reprimand shield coated the weapons. So be it. They were out of my reach.

My barred cell held one blanket and a pillow, folded on the floor in a corner on matted straw. Clearly, they were accustomed to having prisoners. I moved closer to the porthole and looked out. There was no screen on one of them, having been split and punctured from its position by some happenstance. It was only about six inches across and not a means of escape, but I could at least look out it to get my bearings.

It seemed we were in the coves outside the main harbor of Bristola’s main port. I wasn’t that far from where the pirate had attacked me and knocked me out on the StarChaser. Still, if I screamed, no one but those on the ship would hear me. We were too far from shore, the ship swaying up and down with the rolling waves, but clearly at anchor here.

I looked down as well as I could. I was some ten feet above the waterline. If I called telepathically, would one of my ocean friends hear my call?

As if responding to my wish, the crowns and spiny dorsal fins of three dolgons crested the surface of the water just below my prison porthole and I had to resist a squeal of excitement. I had not communicated with any dolgons on Farian yet, and I wasn’t sure word had spread from the firefins to them, yet, so this might not work at all, but… it was worth a shot.

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