Star's Storm(5)

His lips curved as he remembered her petite figure coming to stand in front of him. She had been hesitant to touch him and had glared at him in warning to not try anything. He had been so mesmerized by her pale beauty that all he could think was she was his!

She had cleaned his wound, trying hard not to touch his skin. He, on the other hand, had craved her touch from the first moment he looked into her light blue eyes. Even then she had glowered at him defiantly. She had a stubborn tilt to her small, delicate chin and a look in her eyes that dared him to mess with her even as she gently cleaned the blood away from his wound. He knew it wasn’t bad. It stung but he had received worse injuries during the war. Progit had merely been teasing him with what was to come.

He had fought to reach for her but couldn’t with his arms still shackled to the bars holding him. She had whispered quietly to him. Four simple words but he would never forget them.

“You are safe now,” her husky voice whispered, burning into his soul as if it was lit from within.

She had disappeared shortly after that. The females had done the unthinkable. They had set Jazin, Torak and the other warriors free and disabled the huge warship, giving his brother, Manota, a chance to overtake it. Star had worked her way through the warship disabling the exits to the living quarter levels, trapping the Tearnats so they couldn’t fight. His heart had clenched in fear when the time passed for the females to appear in the docking bay. He had been surprised to find Manota had not traveled alone. Gril Tal Mod, Trolis’ father and leader of the Tearnats, had come with his own warriors. He was furious, but not surprised, that his second son would disobey a direct order. Trolis had tried to kill him at one point towards the end of the war when Gril wanted peace for his species. Trolis had escaped and built a small but impressive army of mercenaries, disgruntled warriors unhappy with the peace, and loyal supporters. He had died on the warship when he attacked Torak and Gril. Another victim of the sharp blades his new sister loved to carry.

One dream after another flowed in an endless spiral through time. Star on board his brother’s starship, her face when she appeared in the docking bay before the councilman who would later betray them, the moment when she had felt deceived by him for having his House filled with women. One memory after another floated through his mind. Even her outraged face when he threw her over his shoulder and claimed her officially as his before his people. She had only begun to warm to him before tonight. She was afraid of something. She refused to tell him but he could feel the hesitation whenever he held her and murmured words of need. Scene after scene filled the next several hours as he held her tightly in his arms before he drifted into the realm between the worlds of dreams and wakefulness.

Jazin jerked awake when he felt a presence entering the room. His hand moved instinctively to the laser sword next to him under the covers. His eyes moved to his Captain of the Guard as Armet came in. He frowned, shaking his head. Armet bowed and motioned that he would remain outside. Jazin glanced down at the warm figure in his arms and nodded.

He waited until Armet left before he slowly disentangled himself from the body now lying more on top of him than beside. He brushed a soft kiss over Star’s forehead before he carefully rose out of the bed and tucked the covers securely around her. He glanced at her once more before he turned to leave the room. Her face was flushed a dusty rose and a slight smile curved her lips. He wondered what she was dreaming of and could only hope it had something to do with him.





Chapter 3


“Armet,” Jazin said as he quietly closed the door behind him.

“My lord. Please forgive my intrusion,” Armet bowed respectfully. “Your brothers and father wish for you to meet with them. They expressed their regret but new information has come to their attention that they feel you should know about.”

Jazin’s mouth tightened. He glanced at the door. He had only been asleep for a few hours but it had been enough to refresh him. Still, he was hesitant to leave his mate. His eyes moved to the door as it opened. Jo, Star’s sister, and River walked through the entrance talking quietly. They both paused, looking anxiously at him.

“Star?” Jo asked in a husky voice.

“She is sleeping peacefully and looks much better,” Jazin replied. “I would thank you to let her rest as long as possible. Shavic said it is the best thing for her at this time.”

Jo rolled her eyes. “I figured that. I was just worried she….” Jo drew in a deep breath and smiled tearfully at River who wound her arm around her waist in support. “I was just worried.”

Jazin relaxed slightly as he noted the pinched look around Jo’s mouth. He knew she loved her little sister and was very protective. That was evident the few times he had seen them together. In fact, he saw how all three were very supportive and protective of each other. His thoughts flitted to his own father and brothers and he had a deeper appreciation for his own relationship with them. He had never thought of it much before now. Thinking of his father and brothers reminded him that they were waiting for him.