Sink (Cold Mark Book 2)

by Dawn, Scarlett

  “Oh.” I huffed and crossed my arms, sitting back further on the couch. “He said it. I thought maybe you had them here.” I rolled my own eyes. “This is an ass-backward planet.”

  “So you’ve said.” Pluma Moir chuckled softly. He glanced at the halo-clicker. “You three had better hurry up. You only have thirty seconds left before it’s Jax’s and my turn.”

  I glared at him, but quickly sat forward when Pluma Creo started flapping his arms once more and turned slowly in a circle. Mutely, he eyed the ground below him, like a flying… “Predator!” I thumped Stiller’s arm. “It’s some kind of bird of prey.” I had no clue what type of animals they had here, but that was definitely a bird he was imitating.

  “Hush,” Stiller mumbled, his eyes avid on Plume Creo. “I know that. I already guessed dragon.”

  “And what a fine guess that was.” I snorted, but fell silent when Pluma Creo fell to the ground…and started crawling like some sort of insect. His glowing eyes scoured the each of us, and then he lunged right at me.

  I shrieked, throwing my hands up in front of my face just as he wrapped his arms and legs around me, holding me tight against the couch in the silence. When no further attack happened, I slowly pulled my hands down, enough to peek above my fingers at Stiller. “You better know what type of damn animal–”

  “Lavano!” Stiller slapped his leg in victory, cutting me off. A huge grin etched his handsome features. “That’s definitely a Lavano.”

  The halo-clicker sounded an alarm, announcing our turn was over.

  Pluma Creo squeezed me in his arms, then quickly jumped up. He was grinning from ear-to-ear. “Yes.” He walked to the halo-screen, flicked his finger so the screen rotated to our line of vision. The word ‘Lavano’ was clearly visible. He smirked at Pluma Moir. “Three points for us. Two for you.”

  Pluma Moir actually scrunched his nose in annoyance, a scowl gracing his distinguished features. “You have two other people on your team. I only have one, and he’s not from Triaz.”

  Readjusting my clothes – my oversized borrowed clothes – I asked, “What’s a Lavano?”

  Pluma Creo ran a quick scan on the screen, and produced a picture.

  I could only stare. It was Charlie. “You…um…acted like a Lavano was a bad creature.”

  Pluma Moir stood from his chair, getting ready to take his turn. “They are. They’re nasty beings that hide in the depths of the underground, but take flight occasionally. Their wings hide under a tough scaling that makes it near impossible to clip the wings. But, not only that, the males have a horrid habit of abducting our females.”

  I didn’t really want to know; my palms were beginning to sweat. “Why?” But I had to ask.

  “When the Lavano male is ready to breed with a Lavano female, he takes the weakened Mian woman as a present. The female Lavano uses the Mian body as a hatchling cocoon for her offspring.” He paused thoughtfully. “Of course, that happens after the mother kills the Mian, guts her, and feeds on her organs. Once the offspring hatch, they eat the remaining bones of the Mian as their first meal.”

  The blood drained from my face, leaving me lightheaded. “That’s…disturbing.” This unwanted revelation would make visiting Charlie’s lair again problematic. It just goes to show that I would never know who, or what, to trust on this planet. I waved a hand when all the men in the room eyed me like I was going to puke – which I was precariously close to doing. “Keep playing. I’m fine.”

  Stiller grumbled quietly, “You’re a terrible liar.”

  I shuddered, my mind still reeling over a Lavano’s reproduction processes, and then motioned again with my hand. “Perhaps I am, but it’s much better playing Charades than thinking about a revolting creature like that.” And what could have happened to me.

  Pluma Moir watched my hooded gaze a moment longer, but then he nodded. “True enough.” He set the halo-clicker for the countdown. “This is much better than that.”

  Not to mention, I was feeling a hell of a lot better now that I wore the Solo over my Cold Mark. It had only been on for three hours, but it was working wonders. All the pain I had felt was gone. My moods swings from the pain had diminished. I felt like me again. It was a damn miracle of inventions. The last thing that I wanted was to think about my ‘friend’ Charlie giving me as a ‘present’ to his lady-bug-friend. That was bone-crunching gross.

  Buzz. Buzz. Buzz.

  My eyes flew open, instantly alert at the new, lively noise. I surveyed the parlor where I had fallen asleep while sitting on the couch and watching a flicker show. Jax’s head was resting on my lap, while his feet rested on Stiller’s thighs. Stiller had slumped slightly, so his head of rumpled hair was resting on my shoulder. Both were completely out, snoring softly in the subdued light.

  I stayed quiet when both Plumas streamed from the kitchen into the parlor. They moved on silent feet until they stopped in front of the halo-screen. Someone was calling them.

  Pluma Creo glanced over his shoulder and stared directly into my eyes. He knew I wasn’t asleep. “I need you to stay silent while we speak with your Vaq.” He raised a white brow when my expression went completely blank. “Can you do that, Ms. Valorn?”

  I nodded once, my stomach rolling with unease. I still whispered, “I don’t want to go back to them.” Please don’t make me.

  His crystal blue, gleaming eyes narrowed. “What did they do to you?”

  I snapped my mouth shut. They wouldn’t understand. They would think me childish.

  Pluma Moir ground his teeth together, but when he spoke it was gentle. “We’ll need to know eventually, Ms. Valorn. You will have to tell us.” He shook his white, long hair back behind his shoulders, showing the tops of his pointed ears in sharp relief. “Earlier, Killeg didn’t lie. Mian cherish females. The fact you are Human doesn’t change this - as long as you live on our planet. We will protect you, rather than negotiate, if we feel it’s warranted.”

  That was the problem. My pain was a matter of the heart, not a physical ailment from my Vaq. It definitely wouldn’t warrant their protection; shelter that could possibly start even more conflict for the east and the west. I sighed heavily when the halo-screen buzzed again. “It’s not anything to start a war over.”

  Stiller woke abruptly at the noise, and sat up slowly, staying mute as he ran his fingers through his purple hair. Gently, he placed a caring hand on Jax’s feet, merely observing us in the quiet.

  As one, both Plumas nodded. They had truly listened to me.

  It was at that moment…that I learned to respect a Mian. No questions. Just action.

  I tried not to let the surprise show on my features, even if I may have squirmed a bit on the cushion. I lowered my eyelids to half-mast, and watched what their next move would be.

  It was the right one.

  Without another word, Pluma Creo tapped his finger on the halo-screen.

  The litigator I had first seen, the first Mian I had ever seen in person, appeared on screen. He was wearing his black robe once more, the one with a symbol of Triaz, rather than the west, where his tattooed mark indicated he was from. It was interesting to know that these Plumas had said they trusted him, since he wasn’t originally from their land. His piercing blue eyes took in the two Plumas in front of the screen, and further into the room, peering directly at me, then Jax, and last Stiller. His gaze swung back to the Plumas, and speaking evenly, he stated, “Plumas, I see you have what Pluma Kreob and Pluma Wazra are seeking. I’ll put you through directly.” With a regal bow of his head, he pressed a button.

  The view promptly altered to Malik and Leo, where they sat side-by-side.

  My chest instantly ached, a tightening that had tears threatening to burn my eyes.

  I missed them. I knew that much to be true when their piercing silver, and golden, eyes darted past Pluma Creo and Pluma Moir, landing directly on me. Their reaction was physical. Their tense shoulders grew even more rigid, the coolness to their eyes fell even more hollow, and while M
alik’s hands fisted on top of the table, Leo’s lips thinned so much lines could be seen bracketing his mouth.

  Yes…I missed them.

  But it still didn’t mean I wanted to run back to them with open arms.

  “Braita…” Malik sat forward, his silver gaze darting over my face. “Are you all right?”

  “She is well taken care of, Pluma Wazra,” Pluma Moir stated with frost coating his tone, his interruption making sure I kept my word and didn’t speak. “Though, I do find it curious that she was not all right under your care – enough for her to risk her life to escape in search of Mr. Waterston.”

  Leo fixed the Plumas with a ruthless glare. “What occurred between our Soul and ourselves is none of your concern.” His gaze flicked back toward me, holding my empty stare. His words were instantly light, intimate, ignoring everyone else. “Braita…we want you to come home. We can work this out. If you would just listen to us–”

  “Silence,” Pluma Creo growled so low I almost missed it, cutting off Leo’s heartfelt words. “Ms. Valorn is under our care right now. She may be your Soul, but she is ours for the time being.” I tried not to flinch at the menace I heard in the undertones of his voice, a true predator peeking out that he had not shown me before. “Until we find out what the hell is going on – and we mean the truth – we will not allow a female to be harmed. As is our law.”

  Fuck Mother Joyal. I should have brushed up on their damned laws.

  Still, I kept my silence, trying to keep all emotions from my features…even while I gripped the cushion I sat on with a white knuckled grip and my heart beat so heavily it pounded in my ears, almost deafening me. I would not allow my Vaq to see how much their deception had harmed me.

  Malik jerked from his chair, and leaned over the table on fist hands. “You would dare to keep her from us?”

  “Yes,” Pluma Moir answered evenly, not cowed by the death in Malik’s eyes. Both his white brows lifted. “She ran from the two of you.”

  Pluma Creo tilted his head, and tapped his lips, before snapping his fingers in the air. “Oh, yes. This seems to be important as well.” His lips curved into a brutal smile. It was a grin of the heartless, a whole different side to this Pluma…the botanist in his free time. “Ms. Valorn doesn’t want to return to you. Whatever has happened, we need to know before we even consider bringing her back to you – for whatever slight chance of reconciliation there might be.”

  The hush on my Vaq’s end was unnerving. The way they stared at the Plumas guarding me. The silence in their gaze as they glanced at Jax’s still sleeping form, his head like dead weight on my lap. The assessing nature of Stiller sitting near me with a hand on Jax’s feet. Then the quiet contemplation as their gazes returned to the Plumas who were wordlessly waiting for their response.

  Leo gradually lifted his hand, and rested it on Malik’s shoulder, slowly pulling him back down to sit on his chair. He cracked his neck both ways, then steepled his hands on the table, and put the coldest of smiles on his face, glancing between the Plumas watching them. “And here I thought we would be squabbling over that piece of land you’ve always wanted.”

  Pluma Moir shrugged one shoulder. “If we return her to you, we do expect the piece of property directly north of Center to become the land of the east.”

  Leo chuckled quietly. “I wouldn’t assume any less.” His gaze flicked back to me, holding my hardened eyes for a long moment, before he cleared his throat and focused on the Plumas once more. He crossed his arms and leaned back on his seat. “We want our Soul. We’ll explain.”

  I sucked in a breath, ready to stop them from speaking so openly, but Jax’s hand on my knee squeezed suddenly. I didn’t glance down at my not-so-much-sleeping best friend. I held my tongue though. I didn’t speak when I wished to. Perhaps…it was for the best if I ever wanted these Plumas to release me.

  Not peering in my direction, Malik stated in the calmest tone, “Braita walked in on Leo and me having sex.” He scratched his chin absently in the dead silence. “She didn’t know that we were intimate, and that we cared for each other in such a way. We believe it not only came as a shock to her, but that she felt betrayed. It was worse than what most Harems worry about when their Vaq are romantically involved – their anxiety of being left behind.” He leaned his head back, swallowing heavily, and stared at the ceiling. “Her expression when she found us…”

  Leo sighed heavily and uncrossed his arms, rubbing his face roughly, the first crack in his collected composure. “The three of us were just beginning our relationship. She has fragile ideals of what should be, and what should not be. Malik and I didn’t want to overload her, so we kept our relationship a secret. For the exact reason why most Vaq lie about it to their Harem until they believe they trust them enough not to leave them.” He ran his fingers through his golden hair, appearing tired. “We now know that we should have been more forthright and not deceived her – even if we were doing it out of protection for her delicate sensibilities.”

  I swallowed heavily and blinked repeatedly as my throat started to swell with the effort to bawl as a child does. They were right. Everything they said was exactly the truth. Too bad it was too little, too late. I just…I just didn’t know if I could ever trust them again.

  In the descending quiet, Pluma Creo coughed softly. “Well, now I know why you didn’t wish to speak about it with us around, and why she did not.” He…actually…bowed his head ever so slightly. “You’ve managed to keep that a secret for far longer than what most Vaq manage.”

  “Eh.” Pluma Moir teetered his head. “I had wondered since they have no Harem.”

  Leo interjected evenly, “Just because Malik and I love each other romantically, it doesn’t mean that we can’t have the same feelings for our Soul. As many in our circumstances do.” His eyes darted past the Plumas, landing directly on me. His piercing golden gaze was pleading. “Braita, you didn’t even give us a proper chance to know one another—”

  “How could I have known either one of you when you both started it with a lie?” I growled, my anger and depression straining my voice, no longer able to be quiet. I squirmed out from under Jax, even when he tried to restrain me. I charged right at the halo-screen. Standing directly between two mute Plumas, I pointed a sharp finger at my Vaq, barely managing to keep from crying. “You two wrecked what was starting to feel like a true home for me on this crazy planet. I am alone here, and all I had was the two of you. I was supposed to be special to you, someone you allow inside, someone you were honest with, not some damn toy that you handle with delicate care. I would have eventually understood if you just would have told the truth from the start. Instead, I had to literally walk in on your lie!”

  I heaved in a large lungful of air, and shook my hands at them. “How the hell do you come back from that?” Sucking more oxygen, I hissed harshly, “Plus, you two don’t truly need me in your lives. You just need me near you. You have each other for love.” The undying kind. I had seen it in their eyes. “And no thanks to the two of you, I now know what a Soul does for a Vaq.”

  Malik was now staring directly at me. His nostrils flared, and he stated coolly, “Braita, you need to calm down. We need to have a civil conversation, and you’re acting child—”

  “Childish?” I asked with eyes wide. I snorted, and pointed at myself. “The way I am acting is justified. You both pretended as if I were the one for you, when instead, you truly only loved one another. You were just testing the waters – without informing me – to see if you could find a place somewhere in your heart for me. I acted in the best way I knew how when confronted with the fact that I was just a damn lab rat in your unending maze.” I stared him down. “I got the hell away from the both of you.”

  Malik leaned forward, fury beginning to enter his eyes, but Leo slammed his hand down on his shoulder. Leo glanced at him once in warning, then turned his attention to me. His tone was soothing, like he was trying to entice a cloned-doe. “Braita, I think we’re done with this con
versation for now. When you come back, we can talk about this in private—”

  “Oh!” I lifted a finger into the air, stopping his condescending words. “Why didn’t the two of you ever gift me a Solo?” When both remained mute, their expression carefully shifting to neutral, I laughed as a new hurt smashed against my chest. Another deception. “That’s what I thought. You wanted me to need you. You would rather I be in pain when you two were gone during your meetings outside of the fortress than give me the freedom to decide about you.” I leaned forward, and whispered conspiratorially – in English, so they would know I wasn’t fumbling their language, “You see, Oh Great Cows, that was a wrong move.”

  The resounding silence…was immense.

  No one moved. No one blinked. Everyone, besides me, appeared to be stunned at my words.

  Take that, Cows.

  Pluma Creo recovered the fastest, gently sliding a step in front of me, effectively cutting off my view of my Vaq. He stated softly, “Now that we know the situation, Phila and I will talk amongst ourselves, and Ms. Valorn will remain safe under our care. We’ll get back with you in a days’ time.” He lifted his hand, and touched the screen with one finger…and it went black. The call ended.

  I growled under my breath, my hands even shaking in my continued fury. “Those bastards.”

  No one glanced at me. They still stayed motionless.

  Jax cleared his throat from the couch. “Don’t you mean cows?”

  “That too.”

  Pluma Moir snorted. Covered his mouth with a fist.

  And then, he bellowed with the deepest laughter, the sound vibrating my left eardrum.

  “Laugh it up,” I grumbled. As one, each person started following Pluma Moir’s lead, snorting and choking on their hilarity. I huffed and walked toward the kitchen - to the Plumas’ bedroom. I hissed over my shoulder, “I’m going to bed, and I do not want to be handcuffed tonight!” I shook my hands in the air as their laughter only became louder. “And don’t worry your pretty, ego-filled heads too much. I’m not planning to find your control panel to escape. Not tonight, anyway.”