Table of Contents
Cover
Title Page
Edition License Notice
Acknowledgements
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Chapter 28
Chapter 29
Chapter 30
Chapter 31
Chapter 32
Chapter 33
The Demon’s Change
Book Five of the FORCED TO SERVE Series
by
Donna McDonald
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Copyright 2013 by Donna McDonald
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Edited by Mary Yakovets
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Acknowledgements
Thanks to my husband for his continued support. Without you, this writing journey wouldn’t be nearly as much fun. You are every hero to me.
Chapter 1
Plagued by concerns he didn’t understand, Malachi hadn’t been able to stop himself from checking on her multiple times a day. He could sense Rena Trax wished to avoid him, but knowing her preferences did not alter his goals. He had tracked his quarry to the Liberator’s meditation room, one of her favorite places to weep. His mist form offered him discretion as he seeped around the door edges.
Near the front of the room, the sniffling Ethosian knelt in the middle of a Rylen meditation rug. Her penitent posture frustrated him. Most of the time her spirit’s energy floated above her physical form. Going out of her body was so typical of the way most creatures used depressed states to escape their corporeal lives. But in Rena Trax’s case, Malachi knew she actively sought the disconnection.
To a trained medic, she would be considered suicidal.
To a demon, she was an energetic mess of jagged shards untethered to form.
Rising higher in the room, he floated all the way to the ceiling, ignoring the symbols meant to ward off all manner of wickedness. Dorian Zade’s energy in the room was strong, but he no longer feared the Siren’s spiritual power. If anything, he had developed a great admiration. Zade was a fellow male who had suffered a long-term, unnatural celibate state for the sake of staying true to a single female. It was an unhappy fate and one he was currently suffering himself.
Though given tentative permission to indulge his physical urges if it pleased him and some willing female to do so, Malachi hadn’t so far been able to exercise the freedom. Oh, there were plenty of accommodating females on the ship, if novelty was all he desired. And true, he couldn’t yet imagine how pleasant it would be to enjoy his host body’s reactions to bonding without having to share the pleasure with its original owner. Certainly, satisfying that curiosity passed through his thoughts now and again, but only long enough to be discarded as not worth the trouble.
Plus it would not be received well if he took advantage of all those grateful females they had rescued from Lotharius. This was especially true when yet another Siren, their newest crew member, was practicing celibacy as well and turning them all down. The former Captain Ji Warro, now Lieutenant Warro on the Liberator, used stimulation videos for self-gratification while he dreamed of bonding with the unsuspecting Lieutenant Seta Trax.
Unfortunately the Trax sibling he felt compelled to assist hadn’t survived her physical form’s second brush with death any better than she had her first one. The emissary who had saved Rena’s body the first time had long since disappeared from it, or at least that appeared to be the case. Rena repeatedly refused to let him go inside her to confirm that truth, but his observations led him to believe it.
Rena’s very appealing Ethosian body, one that still caused desire in his, was now filled with a subdued, thoroughly uninteresting spirit. Unlike the disrespectful emissary, this Rena called him “demon” in the same fearful manner most beings did. But while there was fear and loathing in her voice, there was also morbid fascination in her gaze. She avoided him, and yet he could sense that she looked for him as well.
Obeying the internal command to watch over her caused him no issue. He knew its source, and in the two thousand years of his mist form, he had learned to obey when the urge to act was that strong. Perhaps his frustration simply stemmed from the fact that his mist form normally allowed him to be virtually omniscient. He simply wasn’t used to not knowing the full truth of any matter he chose to know.
Now even Ania had learned a way to keep secrets from him, a trick none of his hosts before her had managed.
“Come forth and speak if you must, demon. I feel you behind me,” Rena said.
Drifting down nearer the floor, Malachi shaped his mist into his original physical form. “So . . . why do you weep today?” he asked.
It irritated him that the clear voice he generated for Rena’s benefit caused his misty form to quiver. With barely a drain on his power, he could destroy and absorb the molecular structures of a battalion of warriors, but creating a resonance of understandable words always drained his energy quickly. He had long ago attributed it to the Creators having a strange sense of humor. In the beginning he had cursed them for it, but they had paid no attention to his complaining then, nor did they now.
Rena bowed her head. Though she owed him no explanation, her compassion was engaged.
“If you must know, today I remembered my death. Flashes of insight pierced the fog in my mind. I remember a light inside me that seemed to talk on its own. Then I recall watching Seta lift a knife into the air. She killed our Ethosian mate, or whatever you choose to call the male who purchased us from our father.”
“I might call him a male with good taste in females. Do you weep for his death then?” Malachi asked.
“May the Creators forgive me but . . . No.” Her tone was adamant as she shook her head. “I weep because of memories—because of my abuse at his hands. What good comes from forcing me to recall that my mate traded use of my body for material goods? Seta was traded less, but that was because she always fought and had to be restrained. I remember his death the way you remember a nightmare. But I am certain that when the knife came down, I felt nothing but profound relief to hear him take his last breath.”
“Recognizing evil does not make you less good,” Malachi said.
Rena frowned as she stared at the gray walls in the room. She could feel the demon’s compassion reaching out to her. She could feel his anger over what she and Seta had suffered. I
t had crossed her mind that perhaps such a powerful being might be used as an instrument to end her current torture. Like the emissaries, the demon had the power to set her energy form free once more.
“Why would the Creators force me to endure this limited life again?” Rena asked.
Malachi’s form wavered. Her hurt-filled past could not be changed. The suffering female was here, whoever she was inside her form. And the males that had hurt her and Seta were out of reach. He too found himself pondering why she was remembering all the pain when absolutely nothing could be done.
“Joke?” he offered. The still wet-eyed female turned a tortured gaze from the meditation mat to him.
“I do not find it funny if that is the case,” she said.
“Not a good joke,” he replied, trying to sound as stern as possible.
Rena smiled tightly at the demon’s strange attempt to cheer her. “Why do you pursue me each day? I am not the one you seek.”
“Let me check,” Malachi suggested. “I can make you forget your Ethosian mate.”
“No. I bow to the Creator’s higher purpose in my suffering,” Rena answered, lifting her chin.
“We all bow, but I see no higher purpose in what you are enduring,” Malachi said.
Rena bowed her head to the mist. “I appreciate your compassion for me, Demon of Synar. For both our sakes, I wish your emissary was still here instead of me. Yet I am also ashamed of not handling this trial well. I cannot find peace with such contradictory feelings.”
“There is no need. Nothing happening is your fault. This is a profound truth,” Malachi declared, streaking out.
Her desire to leave her body disturbed him. Both the emissary and the real Rena Trax hated the exact situation he had come to think of as a reward for his redemption.
No sooner was he back in his host body than the com unit on the wall of his quarters blinked.
He rose to press one long finger on it, admiring his masculine arm and hand. Since Liam was still squeamish about permanent alterations, he had been diligently working out in the training room to increase the muscle dimension of his form. Conor Synar had been a handsome enough male of his kind, but rather on the thin side.
“Malachi here,” he answered.
Chiang’s animated, irritated voice came booming over the line, the Greggor’s energy as sharp as any one of the laser knives the healer often used. “Where in Helios have you been? We need you in Medical. Come at once.”
Malachi sneered when Chiang cut the connection before he had even been able to answer back. Rolling his eyes at the Greggor’s dramatics, he followed the action with a laugh about the mannerism nearly every officer on the ship had adopted. It was one favored by their volatile Earthling commander to show her condescension.
He strolled to Medical, deliberately taking his time. He wasn’t about to let the Greggor doctor start demanding his presence every time the least little crisis occurred. That’s what junior medics were for.
Walking into Medical humming, Malachi’s mirth ended when he saw Ania strapped to a medical table and unconscious. On tables around her were assorted ensigns, Dorian Zade, and Gwen, all with various wounds. Liam also lay on another table letting a subdued Boca treat him. Frozen in place, Malachi surveyed the damage, shocked that his master and his host could both have been harmed without his knowledge.
His eyes flashed red as he took it all in. “What happened?”
Chiang shook his head. “Ania and Gwen were sparring. Gwen said there was a bright light in the room and then Ania seemed to lose her mind. Fortunately, Zade and Synar were nearby and heard Gwen yelling. It took all of them to restrain Ania from trying to kill Gwen. Zade had to knock her out.”
Malachi looked at Zade in surprise, clearing his throat of tightness before asking his question. “Lieutenant—do you know what’s wrong with Ania?”
“Her spirit was in so much turmoil I couldn’t tell. That’s why we needed you so urgently,” Dorian said. “Did you not feel anything when she did this?”
“Nothing. I felt nothing,” Malachi said quietly, still unsure how that could ever have happened. “I was in mist form until moments ago.”
“It doesn’t matter. Find out what happened now,” Gwen ordered, wincing as a senior medic tightened her arm bandage. “Ania almost broke my arm. Her eyes went red and then bright blue. She looked at me in shock, and then lost her freaking mind. That’s all I know.”
“Blue? Her eyes went blue?” Malachi repeated in alarm, already lifting from his body to head into Ania. Only he couldn’t get inside. There was a block. He tried all he knew, but something or someone was keeping him out. He knew of only being capable of overriding his will but she had left the ship. Hadn’t she?
Returning to his body, Malachi moved his attention to the other table. “Liam? Can you talk to me?”
Synar opened his eyes and stared at the ceiling. “Something is inside her.”
“The energy of the emissaries causes their eyes to blaze blue,” Malachi said, not drawing any conclusions yet, but offering what he suspected. “I sincerely regret I wasn’t there to help.”
Synar shook his head, swallowing past the lump in his throat. His mate had tried to kill him. The intent had been in her gaze. Gwen had probably saved him by turning herself into the nearest target even after he and Dorian got there.
“I called, but you didn’t answer. Go inside Ania and see what you can find out. She tried to kill me. She tried to kill all of us.”
“I already tried to get inside her, Liam. I can’t get in. There’s an energy I can’t identify blocking my way,” Malachi admitted. His jaw tightened and his gut clenched. He had always hated failing, and it rarely happened to him in demon mist form.
“What can we do then?” Synar asked.
Malachi looked away. Compassion for his mate was indeed Liam’s greatest weakness and could incapacitate him. He remembered the support Liam had offered him on Lotharius when he had feared for the emissary’s existence. He tried his best to return that compassion now, even though he didn’t completely understand it.
“I think we need to keep Ania’s physical body from being able to act. The entity might leave her when it realizes Ania’s form isn’t able to be used.”
“What about everyone else on the ship?” Synar asked. “Ania’s skills exceed even Dorian’s. I saw that for myself today. I can’t let Ania hurt anyone.”
“No you can’t, but I don’t know what else to do if I can’t get into her to find out what’s going on.” Malachi paused, then got an idea. “Rena Trax once hosted an emissary. We can ask her. I also suggest we contact Kefira to see if she left one of her shiny, self-righteous beings behind when she vacated our ship.”
Synar nodded and reached out a hand to let Malachi pull him up to a sitting position.
“A part of me never believed Ania’s stories about her past. I definitely met the ruthless warrior in her today. Ania held off all of us. Finally, I surprised her and Dorian was able to subdue her. She screamed in rebellion, but crumpled to the floor anyway. I regret not taking her more seriously now.”
“Yes. I discovered what she was like over those two years we were alone together. Liam, this is very bad timing, but there’s something else you don’t know about your very unique mate,” Malachi said, wishing he had confided in Liam when he first felt their stirrings. “I don’t think Ania even knows this yet, but she carries your children. There are two faint life signs within her. I’ve been watching over them.”
“Children? We created children together?” Synar swung his startled gaze to the female on the table.
Malachi nodded. “Since she was not yet ready to deal with the reality, out of loyalty to her I said nothing to either of you. Perhaps I did wrong in hoping their existence would unfold in a more joyful manner.”
Synar was shaking his head, almost unable to take it in. “No, you were doing the right thing. Ania continues to claim that she is not ready to start a family. I just wish . . . ”
With no other recourse, his gaze swung to Chiang. “Would it hurt the gestation process to put Ania in stasis?”
Chiang nodded. “Ania would be fine, but it would put the children at risk to halt their growth. I don’t recommend it.”
“Sedation then?” Synar suggested.
“It’s a better option than stasis. Are you thinking simple restraints and sedatives won’t work?” Chiang asked.
“No. I can tell you for certain that simple restraints won’t work,” Dorian said sharply. His gaze jumped between the two concerned males. “Even complicated restraints would not hold her long. Ania can escape anything. She is not just Khalsa. She is the highest master of their skills. No one else has her level of training. I didn’t get that far myself.”
“Can she escape the trance state you put her in?” Synar asked.
Dorian nodded sadly. “Yes. She is the only warrior I ever knew who could. Even now, I feel her fighting the hold I have on her. Anger rules her energy at the moment while she fights what is within her. When she remembers to cease her struggles, she will release herself from my hold.”
Synar swallowed hard as he looked at Ania’s restrained form once more. Then he looked again at the best of his crew, which his mate had almost defeated without any help. He couldn’t let his compassion for Ania keep him from his greater obligations to protect everyone else. Hopefully, his mate would one day forgive him for yet another time he had to choose the ship’s welfare over hers.
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