The Healer (The Order of Intergalactic Peace #1) - Kelly Lucille Page 0,22
of Mal Ryn’s guards at the skimmer, but she never learned his name. He was nearly as tall and muscular as the hunter he stood beside. His shoulders nearly as broad. And he was looking Serenity over with a look in his deep brown eyes as if he couldn’t decide if he was more fascinated or irritated with her.
“You give good chase little one,” Jas said, a light in his eyes she recognized from her father. At least she had been a challenging hunt for him then. That was something she supposed. “But if I don’t bring you in soon it will not go well for either of us.”
“I don’t think going back at all would be so good for me,” she told him backing up one step at a time. Until she hit the barrier at her back. She flashed angry eyes from the shield to the hunter. “That’s cheating.”
He snorted out a laugh. “I will admit bringing in help was not very sporting of me, but as I said. It will be better for both of us to end this hunt.” He flashed her sharp teeth in a wicked smile. “No matter how much I have enjoyed your run, little rabbit.”
“I’m not going to just meekly go along with you, and in case you haven’t noticed you can’t knock me out with whatever you have in those darts of yours.”
“It appears you heal too fast to knock you out any other way,” he said almost jovially. “For which my friend here is grateful. I don’t think Lord Ryn would have appreciated it if we brought you in damaged, and Flinn here prefers all his limbs intact.”
She looked over at the brown eyed shield guard, apparently named Flinn. He winced but didn’t argue with the hunter.
“You should just let me go then,” she argued. “You’ll have to damage me a lot more than that to get me back to Freefall.”
The Hunter smirked at her. “Who said anything about taking you back to the city?”
By the time he was done talking, and with his words still percolating in her brain, the hunter was already in motion. She saw the sensor disk hit her in the chest and attach to her top. She realized what was happening just as the disk flared and she felt herself flash out of existence, then back again. Only this time she was not in the forest she had called home for her entire life.
By the humming beneath her feet she was on a spaceship and from the shiny metal walls of her surprisingly opulent prison she only needed one guess as to which one. If there had been any doubt the view of stars out a massive window beside and behind her was clear proof. Few but a fleet destroyer would bother with such luxury views.
The smooth expanse of door directly before her had no handle and she imagined it swooshed out of the way dramatically when her captor deigned to appear, but it was not opening for her before that.
She turned to take in the rest of it and the rich black and red decor and supple leather looking couch was further proof. Two wingback chairs sat on either side of the couch with a view of space, and a massive, what looked like real wood, desk. While a bar on the side of the room was made of the same polished wood and held liquor bottles and glass decanters. One other door stood closed, another open, and from what she could see inside, it was a bathing room, in the same opulent black and red as the rest of the place.
The room itself was stark in its lack of personal touches, but every furniture piece it did have spoke of opulence and old-world grandeur she would have sworn no longer existed in any of the worlds.
She couldn’t imagine even the richest of Earth would be able to afford such as this. The Order of Intergalactic Peace was written all over the place. Not that it was in real doubt when it was Order warriors who sent her here.
She was well and truly caught. She was trying desperately not to panic when the door of her cell slid open.
And incidentally she had been right about the dramatic swoosh.
Chapter Seven
“Hello little healer,” Mal Ryn said, the flare of his power like a battering ram against her skin. She would not be surprised to find bruises from the force he was exerting to get his reading.