Venom nodded. “Understood.”
Inversions? Suspensions? Her curious glance at her new husband went unanswered. Maybe this was something else her master was going to tell her about when they reached his private quarters.
Risk held out his tablet. “Sign here, Venom, and she’s all yours.”
Watching Venom scrawl his signature on the tablet screen to take possession of her from the hospital drove home her new and very unequal standing here in his world. So far he’d treated her with respect and showed that he valued her—but his legal system reduced her to nothing more than property. She didn’t like it one bit.
Venom grabbed her suitcase in one hand and held out the other. “Ready?”
She slid off the bed and placed her hand atop his huge palm. He wrapped those long, thick, calloused fingers of his around hers and pulled her tight against his side. “Take me home, Venom.”
* * * * *
Venom couldn’t wait to get Dizzy out of the infirmary wing and safe inside his quarters. He sensed her rising anxiety after the way he had stupidly uttered the word master. Risk’s mention of suspension and inversions hadn’t helped matters any. He wanted to sit her down and have a candid conversation in a more comfortable and private environment.
Though he had no intention of forcing her to follow the old ways of his people, he did want to slowly introduce her to the concept of surrendering to his dominant side. He believed she would find a great deal of pleasure in submitting to him—but it had to be on her own terms. There would be no pressure from him. Venom wanted that gift of submission to come freely and without strings attached.
As they exited the infirmary and crossed the waiting room to the elevator bank, he noticed Dizzy gawking at her new surroundings. He tried to imagine seeing all of this from her perspective. It would be a daunting experience to be thrust into this gleaming technologically advanced world.
“I know it’s a shock, Dizzy, but you’ll get used to it.” He slid his arm around her slender shoulders and gave her a reassuring hug. “As soon as Risk clears you for travel and I can free up some vacation time, I’ll take you back down to Calyx so you can get your feet on solid ground again.”
She smiled up at him and snuggled in closer to his side. The simple act of seeking his protection and support made his heart stutter. Building trust between them was his number-one priority. He needed Dizzy to know that he’d do anything for her and that she could count on him to provide for all her needs—physical, mental or emotional.
When they stepped into an empty elevator he took her hand and touched it to the navigational screen. “We’re in this section of the ship. Our living quarters are way over here.”
She bit her lip. “I’m really bad at reading maps.”
He chuckled softly as he remembered the way she’d gone in the complete opposite direction of where she needed to go during the Grab. “Don’t worry. Navigating the Valiant is foolproof.”
“I’m not so sure.” She studied the navigational screen with a great deal of skepticism.
Venom tapped the underside of her wrist. “They implanted your ID chip while you were sedated. This thing is like the key to the ship. It will allow you in and out of our quarters. It provides a method of payment when you need to shop.” He waved her hand near the ID reader until it beeped. A second later a route appeared on the navigational screen. “Now you have a map to get home.”
He let her examine the display for a few moments before gently nudging her forward. “Go ahead. If you make a mistake, I’m right here to help you.”
She hesitated before tapping the screen and choosing the next appropriate floor. “Is this right?”
“Yes.” He gave her ponytail a playful tug. “When we hit the next main floor, I’ll take you through the shopping and food courts so you can get a feel for what’s available.”
“What about fabric and notions?”
“Notions?”
“Sewing supplies,” she clarified.
“Oh. Well—I have no idea,” he admitted. “I’m sure Naya can arrange an import order for anything you can’t find in the shops here.”
Before Dizzy could answer, an eardrum-piercing squawk blasted them from above. Startled by the sound, she jumped and squeaked with shock. Immediately concerned about her newly sensitive hearing, Venom clapped his hand over her left ear and smashed the other against his chest to muffle the noisy alarm. He thought of the healing incisions behind her ears a second too late but figured they were all right. He'd been on the receiving end of the fast-healing and quick-dissolving sutures enough times to be reasonably assured he hadn’t just hurt her.
“It’s an abandon ship drill.” He raised his voice so she could hear him. Dropping the suitcase, he reached over to the navigational panel in search of an option to mute the damn alarm.
“Now hear this. Now hear this…”
“Yeah, I fucking hear you,” he growled. These damn drills were annoying as hell but they served a necessary purpose. The new brides coming onto the ship every quarter had to know how to save themselves if the Valiant was ever attacked and abandon ship orders were given.
The elevator dinged pleasantly as they reached their destination. When the doors parted, Venom’s mouth settled into a grim line at the two faces that greeted him. Pierce and Torment didn’t seem the least bit surprised to see them. Suddenly he doubted the abandon ship drill and their elevator ride occurring simultaneously was a coincidence.
Was this about his run-in with Devious? If it was, these two Shadow Force operatives had the world’s worst timing. Venom would never shirk his duty but he had much better things to do this morning than sit in an interrogation room with a couple of spooks. More importantly he doubted Dizzy was going to enjoy sitting alone in a waiting room while he was grilled.
Torment stepped inside and moved his wrist in front of the ID scanner, followed by Pierce. The doors shut and the alarm immediately stopped within the confines of the elevator. Venom lowered his hand from Dizzy’s ear but she didn’t make a move to leave the security of his embrace. She seemed to have picked up on the danger the two men presented.
Pierce smiled at them but Torment remained his usual sunny self. His dead-eyed stare unnerved Venom so he could only imagine how much it scared Dizzy. She gripped the front of his uniform and glanced up at him with much worry in her dark eyes. He tried to put her at ease by rubbing the spot between her shoulder blades but he was certain the stiff set of his jaw wasn’t helping matters any.
He decided there was no point in lying to her because the truth about the two men would soon be evident to her. “Dizzy, these men work for a special branch of the corps. This is Pierce and that’s Torment.”
She gulped. “Special branch? You mean like the secret police?”
Pierce tried to ease her fears. “We don’t roust people out of their beds in the middle of the night for beatings over publishing political papers but we perform similar functions.”
“I see.” She pushed even tighter against his side. Venom soothingly petted her upper arm. “I suppose you two didn’t corner us in this elevator to congratulate Venom on Grabbing me.”
“No, we didn’t.” Pierce picked up Dizzy’s suitcase. “You have some very interesting friends and family, Miss Lane.”
Pierce’s remark sent a cold chill through Venom. This wasn’t about Devious at all.
On instinct Venom pushed Dizzy behind his body. He kept his hand curved along her hip. “What’s this about, Pierce?”
“We just have a few questions for your bride.”
Venom didn’t like the sound of that at all. Trying to remain calm he considered the two Shadow Force operatives. Pierce wasn’t the kind of man who would ever harm a woman. He had committed a major infraction and earned a disciplinary demerit for allowing Naya to record a message before Terror dropped her on Calyx to run a covert operation. Whatever he wanted from Dizzy, Pierce would be gentle and respectful in his handling of her.
But Torment? Venom warily eyed the Shadow Force interrogator. The man had a dark and deadly reputation. He was a cold son of a bitch who excelled in extracting information from Splinter terrorists. The medics who had treated some of Torment’s suspects had told Venom stories that turned his stomach. There was no way he would allow Torment to put those cruel hands anywhere near his Dizzy.
“Do I need a lawyer?” He doubted they were bringing Dizzy down to the hidden Shadow Force operations center for a friendly chat.
“We just have a few questions about some of Dizzy’s acquaintances back in The City.” Pierce offered a relaxed smile. “We have no issue with her at all.”
“Unless she’s uncooperative,” Torment rasped.
Venom’s hold on Dizzy tightened. He fixed the interrogator with a daring glare. “Watch your step, Torment. This is my mate—and you will show her respect.”
Torment inclined his head in silent acceptance of the warning. Dizzy gripped the back of his shirt. He hated that she was being frightened like this. His protective instincts flared.
Despite Torment’s position in the Shadow Forces and his ability to make life very uncomfortable, Venom wouldn’t hesitate to knock the leaner, slightly shorter man flat on his ass if he lifted one finger in Dizzy’s direction. He’d witnessed Menace nearly lose Naya after Terror and his men overstepped their bounds. He wasn’t going to give them the chance to put Dizzy at risk.