Page 7 of DaR (Darverius, House of DaR #1)

Chapter Seven

DAR

For the first time in my career, I did not report to work for two risings in a row.

Instead , I sat in a chair, watching her every movement.

I am totally fascinated by the machine healing her body and just as curious as to what she is dreaming about as her eyes move rapidly underneath her eyelids.

Is she dreaming of something wonderful, or reliving the nightmare she has been put through?

One of her hands twitches and she takes a deep breath before seeming to settle back down.

My insides feel anxious and this puzzles me.

I have reached out multiple times trying to connect with her mind, or even her emotions, but it’s almost as if she is hollow on the inside.

Her mind seems calm right now and I think that is what worries me the most. What if the sedative the healer gave her was too strong and she stays like this until her body gives out?

Will I have the strength to turn off her life support, or will I sit in this chair forever?

I lay my head down on the edge of the healing chamber and close my eyes, comforted by the hum of the machine under my head.

I have no idea why I am so fascinated by her; it is not because she is a raving beauty.

She is an older female, out of her prime and my kind do not mate for life.

So , this intense pull toward her makes no sense to me.

I have not slept since I brought her here because every time I close my eyes, I see her on that stage, helpless and alone.

I know not who I want to destroy first, the original ones who took her from her life, or the ones who thought beating and abusing a female this small was entertaining.

I do know one thing though. When I find them, they will regret the day they were born because they do not know the meaning of suffering yet. But I swear upon the Lord of Light , they will know my vengeance. No one hurts what is mine and … when did she become mine?