Page 3 of Murgul
Falon is always kissing arse.
Silently, I agree with Vrog, not that I would ever admit such a thing.
Einar shoots a thankful grin over at Falon before glancing at me again. Ignoring his curiosity, I keep my eyes fixed onthe fragile, still figure lying on the sleeping platform across the room—hope welling in my chest. It’s a heavy weight, but not an unwelcome one.
I cannot wait to meet my mate.
Our mate.
Chapter Two
GWENDOLYN
After literally running into tall,dark, and scaly in the hallway, I passed out—much to my embarrassment—and he carried me back to the room Heather, Bambi, and I have been sharing.
According to them, he stayed the entire time Einar inserted our translators, and for that, I’m eternally grateful. From what I’ve been told, it wasn’t exactly a painless process—and I’m more than happy I was unconscious for the whole thing.
Which brings us to this moment. Now. I think it’s the next day, or the equivalent, but it’s so hard to keep track of time on a spaceship that I’m not really sure. Einar’s homely face is creased in concentration as he inspects our translators to ensure they’re functioning properly and our bodies aren’t rejecting them. His examination of my throat wasn’t something I expected, and his calmly spoken revelation that he could help me regain part of my voice overwhelmed me so much that I jumped up and hugged him out of spontaneous gratitude.
Something I apparently shouldn’t have done because it’s made Murgul leave his spot across the room, and, essentially,abduct me. Fear slices through me, and I have to keep myself from whimpering.
In the scheme of how shitty life has been lately, this doesn’t rank as high on the awful scale, but I still don’t know much about Murgul. I’ve only heard bits and pieces from the other girls, and what they’ve said doesn’t exactly fill me with confidence. Allegedly, he’s crazier than a bedbug. Gathering what little courage I have left, I glare up at him, annoyed that all I can see is the bottom side of his hard jaw. I force myself to speak a full sentence as he prowls out the door, holding me bridal style in his arms.“Would you like to explain yourself, Murder Boy?”
I’m not sure if I expect any response, but I don’t get one. Instead, beautiful electric blue eyes snap down and look at me with something that could almost be considered amusement.
Einar’s words follow us out the door. “Bring her to the med bay when she is ready to begin her treatments!”
Murder Boy’s only indication that he heard his brother is a slight pause as he exits the room and heads down the hall towards… wherever it is that we’re going. The nickname just popped into my head earlier. My sense of humor, combined with his extremely intimidating countenance, and voila, Murder Boy is born.
To my surprise, he enters what I think is the room where they take their meals. Silently, Murgul prowls across the room before tenderly sitting me down in one of the massive chairs. Gesturing to me in a universal sign to stay put, he hurries over to a large box and starts pushing buttons. A short time later, he spins on his heel and walks back towards me, carrying a plate of steaming food.
Tears well, and I have to fight to keep them contained. He brought me here to take care of me, not hurt me. Murgul keeps his motions slow and methodical as he sets the plate in front ofme. It makes a soft clinking sound, and I flinch out of reflex, the noise overly loud in the quiet room.
“You… are too… thin. Please eat… something.”
Shock holds me immobile for a few seconds because his voice sounds like chains rasping over stone. I didn’t know he could talk, and after hearing him, I understand why he doesn’t speak out loud much. Looking up at him with wide eyes, I realize we have something in common, even though it’s not necessarily a positive commonality. Reaching out, I pick up the utensil he had laid next to the dish and start eating. I don’t recognize anything, but I’ve never been a picky eater. Trying a little bit of everything to begin with, I figure out what tastes best and then dig in. Murgul watches me eat with the vigilance of an apex predator, and I have to admit it unnerves me a bit.
I eat until my stomach tells me it’s had enough, and I push the remaining food away from me.“I can’t. Eat Anymore. Will get sick. If I. Try.”
Nodding his understanding, Murgul gathers up what’s left and takes it back over to the box. When he turns empty-handed, he must see the confusion on my face.
“Replicator creates… food. Also… disposes… of food.”
Well, then. That is rather handy. I file the termreplicatoraway. Knowing what and where your food comes from is important. Before I know it, he’s scooped me up into his arms again.“A. Little warning. Next time!”
His nod is curt, but he doesn’t stop walking. To my surprise, he takes me back the way we came. The door opens with a swish, and the sound of feminine laughter fills the air. Murgul slowly lowers me, ensuring I’m steady on my feet before releasing me from his arms. Regarding him steadily, I wait to see what his next move is. Murgul pauses briefly, then leans down, nuzzling his cheek against mine in a tender caress. Hesitantly, I reach upand pet his jaw in return—a blush creeping up my neck. Silence from the other side of the room catches his attention, and his head snaps up, eyes wide at being observed by so many. It must be too much for him to handle because with one parting glance, he makes a hasty retreat.
Chapter Three
MURGUL
We are backin the med bay once more, a place I do not hold in high regard. Yet for my bright one, I will endure whatever is required to ensure her health.
My fingers drift across the textured flesh of the mating mark at my throat as I glower toward my golden-haired mate, seated upon the examination bed with her gaze fixed upon her tightly clasped hands. Einar moves about his beloved space, gathering the instruments and compounds necessary to administer what he claims will be the final round of injections.
According to him, this last treatment should restore her vocal cords to some semblance of normalcy—an outcome I long for more than I care to admit.
His words had best be true, or else he will have to deal with me. My precious one needs to be able to tell me how best to frack her and to scream out her pleasure while I am doing so.