Forsaken
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“Are you always on the job?”
His hands settled on her hips as he pressed back into his chair. “Being battle born isn’t something I can turn off, but the commander of the Crusader is allowed a few hours to himself every now and then.”
“And do you want to spend those hours alone?” She didn’t think that was what he’d meant, but she could understand if he needed some alone time right now.
He stood and wrapped his arms around her, pressing her face against his chest. “Being without you is the last thing I ever want.”
The sincerity in his tone made her smile, but his emotions remained shielded. In fact, she could barely sense their link.
All of a sudden, he stepped back and took her hand. “I want to show you something.”
“All right.” He led her out of the conference room and down the hallway, but instead of taking her to their cabin as she’d expected, he led her toward the Starlight lounge. She soon realized the bar wasn’t their destination either. “Where are we going?”
“You’ll see.” The corridor curved around, following the semicircular shape of the lounge. He came to an unmarked door and triggered the security scanner. “In Keyran’s last message he gave me the code to the skywalk. He just neglected to tell me what or where the skywalk was.” He smiled. “Sort of like your mysterious grotto.”
The door parted and he led her up a curved staircase. Then he stood back and watched her react to his discovery. A railed walkway was suspended around the perimeter of the transparent dome at the top of the central court. With nothing blocking her view, she felt as if she floated in space, surrounded by the stars.
“This might be the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen in my life.” Her voice was hushed with reverence and awe. She looked at him and shook her head then returned her gaze to the breathtaking view. Gleaming stars dotted the black velvet sky, so bright she felt as if she could reach out and touch them.
Moving quietly, he stepped up beside her and brushed his knuckles along the side of her face. “And this is the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen in my life.”
She looked at him and smiled, amazed that the claim hadn’t made her cringe or object. To him, she was beautiful and that was more than enough for her. “Thank you for sharing this with me.”
He turned her to face him, his hands lingering on her upper arms. “All of this has happened much faster than I intended. I wanted to give you time to be sure that a life with me is what you want.”
“I’m a scientist. How can I argue with empirical evidence? My mind tells me this is right. My body is your strongest supporter. Even my DNA has confirmed that we are meant to be together. What more could time teach me?”
Leaning down, he rewarded her conclusion with a tender kiss. “Do you realize how much I love you?”
“Each time we touch, I feel your emotions. I know exactly how you feel about me.” It was a unique and precious security that she would treasure always. “And you can feel my emotions too. So you know how I feel about you.”
“I still like to hear it,” he pointed out.
“I love you, Kotto Tarr, more than I ever dreamed possible.”
“And I love you.” After another lingering kiss, he whispered, “Our link needs to be reinforced. Your signal is fading.”
She smiled up at him, glad the dim light hid how easily he made her blush. “Does that involve what I think it involves?”
“Yes, but I want to hear about Indigo first. You said she has a big personality. What exactly does that mean?”
“It’s hard to explain.” She turned within the circle of his arms, staring out into the vastness of space. “Indigo says what she thinks regardless of what a person’s reaction is likely to be. She takes on challenges that would terrify an ordinary mortal.”
He chuckled. “That infers that she’s not mortal.”
“Sometimes I don’t think she acknowledges her mortality. I guess she just feels her Rodyte blood more than I do. She has always been brave to the point of recklessness and stubborn beyond reason.”
“So it will take a strong hand to tame her?”
She shook her head as she turned back around. “Indigo doesn’t need someone to tame her. She needs someone who will revel in her wildness, someone who will protect her from herself without breaking her spirit.”
He looked beyond her as he considered her words. “I can think of several who would meet that criterion.”
“You can’t play matchmaker until we find out who—or should I say if she has any genetic matches.”
“You’re right. One step at a time.” They strolled around the skywalk hand-in-hand, soaking in the tranquility and basking in the starlight. As they neared the door again, he pulled her close for another slow, tender kiss. “Are you ready to head back or shall we go around again?”
“Oh, I’m more than ready for bed.” Then with a challenging smile, she added, “It’s been an exhausting day.”
“Are you too tired to reinforce our link?” He sounded horribly disappointed, but the gleam in his eyes assured her that he was aware of her game.
“Why? Do you have something more stimulating in mind?”
“Would you like to hear all the things I have in mind?” That growling tone never failed to curl her toes.
With a shiver she said, “I’d rather you show me.”
One fist lightly grasped her ponytail and tilted her head back. “I’ll do anything you want, my love. All you have to do is speak the words.”
Book Three
Zilor and Indigo’s story
Coming later this year!
Find out how it all began.
Battle Born: Book One
Crusader
Cyndi Friberg
Ashley comes home after a long day and finds a spaceman searching her apartment. Before she can call for help, or run like hell, the intruder stabs her and leaves her for dead.
Desperate for freedom, Bandar, a battle born soldier, travels to Earth. His mission: find Daniel Kane, brilliant geneticist. It’s believed that Daniel can unleash the magic locked inside the battle born. Bandar’s search leads to Daniel’s daughter, Ashley, just in time to save her life. Bandar is so captivated by the fragile human that his need to protect and possess her threatens his mission.
Ashley awakens miraculously healed and filled with questions. Bandar is gorgeous and heroic, but she doesn’t believe a word he says. This isn’t the first time she’s run across aliens and now she knows it won’t be the last. She agrees to help him unravel the secrets surrounding her father’s work. Ashley has always believed her father was murdered and now she has a chance to learn the truth. But it’s hard to trust Bandar when the brush of his fingers makes her entire body tingle. Their volatile attraction could fulfill her wildest fantasies or open the door for planetary invasion.
Crusader
Copyright © 2015 Cyndi Friberg
Chapter One
Shifting her satchel higher onto her shoulder, Ashley Kane hurried along the uneven sidewalk lining one of Tribeca’s narrow streets. Her last appointment had gone well. She was relatively sure it would result in a new account. Still, she was tired and the five blocks from the subway station to her apartment building had never seemed so long. Her phone vibrated in the front pocket of her purse and she grumbled under her breath, praying one of her high-maintenance customers wasn’t in need of attention. Who was she kidding? She provided private consultations for pets with emotional challenges. All of her customers were high maintenance. Only high-maintenance people could afford her services.
Her best friend’s image smiled at her from the phone’s screen, so she accepted the call. “Raina. You’re a welcome surprise. What’s up?”
“I’ve been funded through next year.” Pride and enthusiasm shone through in Raina’s tone and Ashley found herself smiling despite her aching feet.
“That’s wonderful.” The strained economy in recent years had made grant money harder and harder to secure. But R
aina was persistent and her work in experimental agriculture was important. “Does this secure both projects or are they making you choose between your two babies?”
“This will give me a greenhouse for the super grains, but I still need supporters if I’m going to continue the hydroponics project.”
Ashley held her phone in place with her shoulder as she dug out her keycard. “Is that a concern? Isn’t this year five for the hydroponics project? You haven’t had a problem yet.”
“That in itself is the problem. I can’t keep tapping the same sources indefinitely, especially without quantifiable results.”
“You’ll think of something. You always do.” She punched in the security code that unlocked the lobby door then summoned the private elevator with her keycard. Like most of the residential units in Tribeca, this building had once been a warehouse. Then a developer separated the space into four modest apartments and her luxurious, multi-level loft. “My phone cuts out in the elevator. Give me a minute and I’ll call you back.”
“I’m on my way out the door. Call me tomorrow and I’ll give you the details. I just had to tell someone tonight.”
“Will do and congratulations. I know how hard you work for every dollar.” As expected, her phone lost signal as soon as she stepped into the elevator. She slipped the phone back into her purse as the elevator door slid closed. She’d met Raina at Georgetown University and they’d been close ever since. Raina still lived near DC while Ashley had moved back to Manhattan, but they visited as often as their busy schedules allowed.
It was only two stories up to the main floor of her loft, but the elevator was ancient. She usually took the stairs. Today, however, her aching feet wouldn’t submit to the climb. Thursdays were always busy because she tried to leave Fridays open for last-minute complications and emergency appointments. Emergencies. The thought made her smile. None of her appointments were true emergencies. Her clients just expected immediate attention regardless of how insignificant the snag.
The elevator door slid open and she walked out into the entryway, which was basically one corner of her living room. She kicked off her shoes as she reached the carpeting and let the heavy satchel slip from her shoulder. The first chair she passed caught her purse. Generally she was a neat freak. Everything had a place and everything needed to be in its place. Today the only place she wanted to be was sprawled across her couch until she could summon enough energy to undress and go to bed.
She turned toward the waiting comfort of her plush sofa and a long, strong arm wrapped around her waist. Fear burst through her rambling thoughts and jolted her composure. She inhaled a massive breath, meaning to scream, but a hand clamped down across her nose and mouth. The meaty paw blocked most of her airflow as well as trapping the half-formed sound. Her assailant was either male or the biggest woman she’d ever encountered. She stomped down on his instep, but her shoeless foot did no real damage. Slamming her elbow into his ribs only made him tighten the arm already crushing her ribs.
Forcing herself to think through the roaring in her ears, she stilled. If his purpose was robbery, cooperation was a much better strategy. He could take whatever he wanted if he got the hell out and left her unharmed. His hand eased enough to let her breathe and she instinctively started to scream. His hand tightened again, the message clear. Don’t make a sound.
He pushed her deeper into the room, guiding her with his big body. She caught an occasional glimpse of dark clothing, but nothing of the man himself. Until they reached the sofa. Without conscious thought, she looked into the mirror hanging above the couch and a fresh wave of terror crashed over her.
He was even bigger than he felt. Her head tucked neatly under his chin and his brawny arms made her look petite, a novel perspective for a woman who topped five foot nine. Every inch of his body was covered by a matte-black uniform, but his head was bare. His dark hair was short yet wavy, and aggression revealed itself in each of his sharp features. As if sensing her stare, he turned his head and their gazes locked in the mirror.
Reality narrowed until all Ashley could see was his blue-ringed eyes. This couldn’t be happening. She’d spent years in therapy convincing herself that eyes like his didn’t exist, that they were the tormented imaginings of a betrayed adolescent. Her body tensed, hindering their progress. The rings ignited, making his dark eyes glow and communicating his displeasure.
After muttering something she didn’t understand, he shoved her sideways and pulled a weapon from his belt. She stumbled, arms flailing as the true scope of her peril came into terrifying focus. She’d seen his face. Any hope she’d had of surviving this situation died with that unfortunate glance.
She caught her balance and charged past him, trying to stay out of reach. Light glinted off the blade clasped securely in his hand. He lunged, the knife slicing into her forearm. Pain shot all the way to her shoulder and she cried out, but didn’t pause. Blood surged through her ears and her only thought was escape. His other hand fisted the back of her shirt, halting her frantic retreat. She screamed, twisting and tugging at the material biting into her neck.
He stabbed three times with a sharp upward motion. Agony sank deeper with each stroke of his blade. She tried to inhale, but her side exploded with searing pain. Her vision blurred and the roaring in her ears grew louder. She couldn’t scream, could barely breathe much less move. Her knees buckled and tears streamed from her eyes. She clasped her side, vaguely registering the warmth of blood flowing over her fingers. She wasn’t even thirty. Was this really how she died?
The question echoed through her fear-muddled brain as a shimmer drew her attention away from her attacker. A second figure, nearly as large as the first, flashed into view. This one was dressed in a uniform similar to her attacker’s except his head was covered by a black helmet with a smoked visor.
Her attacker literally growled as he turned to face the newcomer. Through a haze of fear and pain, she watched the blade in his hand lengthen and curve. One moment he held a compact dagger and the next an ornate scimitar. She was hallucinating, likely from loss of blood. She pressed both hands against her side and fought back the encroaching darkness.
Her attacker swung his sword at the newcomer’s head, but the newcomer easily dodged the blow. Then the newcomer reached for the knife at his side, but as he pulled it free from its sheath, the blade grew longer and wider until he held a mighty claymore. More hallucinations.
She dismissed the impossible image and looked past the combatants at the entryway and elevator. The men were focused on each other as their swords clashed and swung. She cringed each time metal struck metal, but this was likely her last chance. Pressing her side tightly with one hand, she crawled across the floor. Pain flared with each movement and blood trailing in her wake. It didn’t matter. She couldn’t let it matter. She had to escape.
Light flashed in her peripheral vision and she instinctively looked back. The newcomer stood in the middle of her living room alone, blood smeared along the blade of his sword. He wiped the blood on his pant leg then returned the weapon to its sheath. The transformation instantaneously reversed, allowing him to more easily secure the weapon at his side.
“How badly are you hurt?” His deep, oddly accented voice was muffled by the visor. He motioned to the red smears on the carpet. “Is all of that your blood?”
She stared up at him in terror, trembling uncontrollably. “Just leave.” Her voice sounded weak and pathetic rather than commanding as she’d intended. He stalked toward her and she scrambled backward until a wall pressed against her spine. “Please, just go!”
Ignoring her protests, he leaned down and lifted her shirt, looked at the wounds in her side. “If I leave you here, you’ll die within minutes. Is that really what you want?”
Her hands were numb and each breath filled her chest with fire. He was right. Even if she found her phone and stayed conscious long enough to summon help, she would be dead before the authorities arrived. Raising her bloody hand toward the stranger, sh
e whispered, “Help me,” and then surrendered to oblivion.
About the Author
Anything-but-Ordinary is Cyndi’s creed and her writing reflects her dedication to the concept. She writes in a variety of genres, but seems happiest in outer space. Her books have been nominated for numerous awards, and Taken by Storm was named Best Fantasy/Science Fiction Romance of the year by Romance Reviews Today.
She lives in Colorado with her high school sweetheart turned husband of many years. With a pampered cat curled on the corner of her desk, she dreams of fascinating words and larger than life adventures—and wouldn't have it any other way!
Website / Blog: http://www.cyndifriberg.com
Other Titles by
Cyndi Friberg
Beyond Ontariese:
Taken by Storm
Operation Hydra
City of Tears
Mystic Flame
Fire Pearl
Consort
Shadow Assassins:
Royal Obsession
Mystic Militia
Alpha Hunter
Fallen Star
Unique Ink
Rebel Heat
Battle Born:
Crusader
Rebel Angels:
Rage and Redemption
Echoes and Embers
Splendor and Darkness
Non-series:
Tears of the Dragon
Tainted Hearts