Picking up another knife she ran her finger over the tip. “I am to manage this monstrosity.” Throwing the knife it imbedded in his left shirt sleeve pinning his arm to the door.
Pulling four more knives out of the sheaths on the table, she threw them with such speed he didn’t even see her hand move. “You think I am a tease, you can take my knives away from me, you can punish me, and I am to wear what you tell me I can wear.” River growled coldly as each knife imbedded in a different place around Torak’s body pinning him to the door.
Picking up one last knife Torak began to sweat openly at the look in River’s eyes. “Oh, and let’s not forget the most important thing. I am a bitch in heat who is supposed to spread her legs for you and pop out your children when you command it.” River threw the last knife and it landed snuggly in the narrow space between Torak’s slightly parted legs.
Grabbing the rest of her knives off the table, River pulled her black duffle bag out from under the bed walking over to where Torak was pinned to the door. She looked him in the eye daring him to say anything. “Did I get it right?” She asked softly before stalking out of the room.
River was so mad she didn’t even see Manota until she ran into him. She had swung open the door to the private living area having no idea where she was going to go but knew she couldn’t, wouldn’t stay with someone who wanted to take away who she was.
“Oh, sorry.” River muttered as she moved around Manota.
“Where is Torak? I need to speak with him.” Manota called out after River. He was never going to understand these female warriors.
“In the bedroom.” River called out never turning around. “Go on it, he could probably use some help.”
Chapter 13
“What happened to you?” Manota asked as he stood staring in disbelief at Torak.
“Just pull some of these damn knives out of my clothes so I can move.” Torak gritted out.
Manota had walked through the living quarters after Torak had responded to his call for entrance. When he had walked through the door of the bedroom he had stopped in concern when he saw Torak standing strangely next to the door. When he noticed his older brother couldn’t move for all the knives surrounding him, he couldn’t keep the bark of laughter from escaping. Pulling several knives out so Torak could move, he watched as Torak finished grabbing and pulling the rest of them out, grimacing as he pulled out the one between his legs.
“I take it River is upset with you.” Manota said dryly.
Torak gave his brother a dirty look, “What makes you think that?”
“Could have been the knives holding you to the door or maybe the one between your legs. You have to admit she is amazing when it comes to throwing them.” Manota grinned.
“I’ll make sure I ask her to give you a demonstration the next time I see her.” Torak retorted.
Manota followed Torak into the next room. He watched as Torak pulled out a glass container filled with a dark amber liquid. Pulling the stopper, Torak poured a large glass of the amber liquid into it and downed the entire contents before refilling it. As he lifted the glass he noticed his hand was trembling slightly. Gods, she had looked so beautiful when she was throwing those knives.
Looking down at the liquid swirling in his glass Torak asked absently, “Do you think all the warriors on her planet are like her, Jo, and Star?”
Manota gave a harsh laugh before replying, “Gods, I hope not. I wouldn’t want to face them in a fight. If they didn’t kill us first, they would wear us down with their beauty, their intelligence, their sense of humor, their loyalty, their…” Manota trailed off as he glanced out the window. Everything he was saying was what attracted him to Jo.
“I could use one of those.” Manota said suddenly nodding towards the amber liquid. He poured himself a large glass taking a healthy swig of it before moving to sit across from Torak.
Torak sat on the couch. “What did you come to see me about?”
Manota took another sip of the liquid before filling Torak in to what the security forces had found out so far about the assassination attempt. “It looks like Tai Tek is more than a little upset at your return. He had told the council of your capture and demise at the hands of the Tearnats. Imagine his disappointment when you reported in. The funny thing was he reported the death of the chancellor and you and your men before you had actually been captured. It seems he was a little too eager to for you to be dead to wait for the event to actually happen.”
Torak sat back deep in thought. “You have proof of this.”