Page 10 of Captured By the Dragon Warlord
“Fine,” I rasp. “Get him on comm.”
I wait the few nova-seconds before Dalsor hands me the vid-pad and Dalox appears on the screen.
“Nev, Dexx, did you have to go and take a female rather than wait for them to come to you?” he growls. “And why is it always so nevving dark on your ship?” He peers closer at me.
“I shouldn’t have had to wait,” I respond. “And in any event, the female was in the neutral sector. She was unguarded and so not under Darax’s control.”
“From what I hear from Darax, the females are underno one’scontrol.” Dalox sighs. “If you are sure she was in the neutral sector, I will tell Darax to calm the nev down. But you are going to have to let the female choose where she wishes to go.”
“I am?” I rasp.
Dalox glares at me. “Unless you wish to be envenomated.”
“The female will not envenomate me,” I say confidently.
“I didn’t mean the female.” Dalox exposes his double fangs. “I meant me. Do what you know is right, Dexx, and you can keep her.”
Dalox terminates the comm. I snort a stream of smoke. Like I’d let the nevver close enough to bite me…again.
I slam the vid-pad back into Dalsor’s hands.
“If anyone wants me, I’ll be in the mines,” I snarl. “Get the Paralnyi to prepare my mate for the feast.”
At least in the darkness I don’t have to listen to all the thoughts running through my crew and every other Sarkarnii on this nevving planet. There the solid rock and the presence of the star fuel dulls the noise. I’d prefer to be back with my mate in my quarters, but something tells me until I’ve worked out my frustrations elsewhere, I will be more of a hinderance to the mating process.
I need to be ready to dine with her tonight in front of my clan. For if anyone challenges me, I will have to rip them to shreds butleave enough alive as a warning to anyone else who dares take the mate I hope to rut for.
SCARLETT
Cestapal makes me turn around as she clucks her tongue. I’ve been used to making my own clothing for the last few weeks here on Vorostor, using the garment maker Darax had. It was basically a magic box of delights, and with my tech knowledge, I got to grips with the machine almost instinctively, producing everything my friends and I needed.
I’m guessing Dexx has a garment maker too, given the range of gowns Cestapal has produced. They’re all long, floaty, and cling to me like a second skin.
I don’t like them much. Despite what anyone might think, because I have long, curly blonde hair, I was never one for dresses. I did live on a hill farm, after all, and spent most of my time in the lab I’d built on my family’s land.
Getting dressed up wasn’t a thing for me, hence my surprise at being able to work the garment maker as well as make things we all liked.
“Do I need to wear this?” I lament, swinging the fabric around my legs and knowing I won’t be able to run in it.
“Lord Dexx will expect it.”
“Yeah, but do Ineedto wear it? Couldn’t I wear something more comfortable?”
“You are not comfortable? I created the garments to be as soft as possible. Sarkarnii females have sensitive scales.”
“You knew the Sarkarnii females?” I ask.
“I helped nurse them before they died,” Cestapal says, dipping her furry head.
“I’m sorry,” I say, hating myself for making Cestapal sad.
“Don’t be. It was not your fault.” Cestapal shakes herself. “They were at pains to point out they had lived good lives, and they understood what was killing them was not of Vorostor’s making.”
“They sound like good females.”
“They were. And they liked to wear garments like the one you have on.”
“At least they liked to wear clothing, unlike the males.” I laugh.
