Page 50 of Captured By the Dragon Warlord
I put my hand in her face and push her back against the cushions.
“I’m that fed up with not knowing what’s going on in my brain, I’ll try anything,” Lydia says quietly. “What do you want me to do?”
Cestapal approaches her, puts her little paw on Lydia’s forehead, and she slumps to one side.
“Nice trick,” Maggie says, eyes wide.
“She will sleep now. Her mind is tired, so many walls,” Cestapal says.
“And what did you find out?” I ask.
Because clearly mind reading is perfectly normal in this galaxy, along with turning into dragons and aliens like six foot cockroaches.
“Do it on me.” Rosalie claps her hands.
“I really don’t…” But before I can stop her, Cestapal puts her hand on Rosalie’s forehead. Her eyes close and she rolls down the slope into the bottom of the pit.
“And you?” she asks Maggie.
“Come near me and you’ll discover what humans do to raccoons.” Maggie growls.
Cestapal shrugs her little shoulders.
“About Lydia?” I attempt to bring the conversation back around from violence, given the Sarkarnii already bring enough of it.
“She was a prisoner of a species I’ve never seen, but they were aided by the Veseli and the Madar. It seems she may have seen a cage filled with these devices.”
“So, it’s something to do with the evil professor Kerra saw?” Maggie sits forward. “When we were prisoners of the cockroaches?”
“What do you think it means?” I ask Cestapal.
“The Sarkarnii did this galaxy many favors with their presence,” Cestapal says. “But with power, there are enemies.”
“I can’t imagine there are many species in this galaxy who can take on a Sarkarnii and survive,” Maggie huffs.
My heart swells a little that she feels this way.
“The Veseli and Madar are from this galaxy, but the other creature is not.”
“Do you think something came after the Sarkarnii? Through that wormhole they’re always going on about?” Maggie asks.
“I thought the wormhole had closed behind them, which is why they didn’t go back?”
“The Sarkarnii were unable to return to their galaxy through the anomaly which brought them here,” Cestapal says. “It doesn’t mean others haven’t opened it.”
“But from what Dexx has said to me, he’d do anything to change things back for his crew. He’d go looking for any new wormholes.”
“Kerra says Darax has been monitoring the galaxy for a long time. There are anomalies but nothing which amounts to a wormhole.”
“I wonder,” I say, “if this can be all related somehow, including us ending up here.”
Maggie shrugs. “I’d still like to open the butt gallery, so if you fancy finding out, be my guest. We’re stuck being paraded around like prize chickens for the foreseeable, but you’ve gotconnections.”
She shoves her left finger back and forth through the loop made by the thumb and finger of her right hand.
“I really, really hope you end up mating with a Sarkarnii, very soon,” I retort.
“Not. A. Chance,” Maggie says emphatically. “I’d rather encounter the cockroaches again.”
