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“I think we’ve got bigger problems than your readings, Varnak. Look at that.”
CHAPTER 6
Varnak
Ifollow her pointing finger, snarling when I see a puff of smoke from a large bunch of…something coming closer to us.
I lean down and growl at her. “Do not say one word. I will handle this. And if there is shooting, I want you to duck back in here and hit the emergency beacon and then vrecking hide. I will hold them off as long as I can and hopefully someone gets here soon.”
She snorts at me. “You can’t be serious. There is no damn way that you can think I’d just leave you to die by their hands and hide and go on my merry way. It’s not happening.”
“Do what I say, female.” I stand and shove my way to the front where we’re cracked open. I don’t think that it’s going to be possible to fix this ship and fly it anywhere. At least not without proper supplies. I didn’t see any major cities on this planet so I’m thinking that they’re not going to have even a tenth of what we need.
“I will not. Get out of my face, Varnak. Before I punch you in your stupid, handsome mouth.”
I smirk. “You think I’m handsome?”
She groans and glare at me, her deep blue gaze sharpening to honed steel. “That is what you choose to pick up on? We’re about to be torn apart and murdered on a planet that we know nothing about and you’re going to sit there and fangirl about the fact that I think you have a nice mouth? You’ve lost your mind. Get out of my way.”
Her jaw is clenched and she stumbles slightly on unsteady feet as she goes by me but she doesn’t even slow down.
“I want to find out who and what this is. So if you don’t have anything useful to say, Varnak, please keep your trap shut.”
“I have a lot of useful stuff.”
She ignores me and continues to eye the dust plume that’s coming closer as if it’s about to bite her.
It separates into a huge party of shambling beasts with deep, leather harnesses to control them.
A tall, fiery-haired woman comes forward and eyes the both of us uncertainly. She especially focuses on me like I’m a filthy beast of prey.
She slips off of her animal and the rough beast’s gray skin shudders, its big eyes rolling wildly as it squeals like a pig.
“Who are you and what are you doing here?”
I step forward and start to open my mouth but she whistles angrily. Another woman with dark hair steps forward with some long object and hits me with it, the electric shock dropping me to my knees. I curl up and fight the nausea of pain ripping into my body.
Alex steps up and shoves the damn thing aside. “Hey, who the fuck do you think you are? You don’t touch him, lady.”
“He is your breeder?” The redhead smiles at me. “He does look very virile.”
I can tell what she’s saying but I miss bits and pieces with the pain sizzling along my nerves.
“He isn’t mine,” Alex says and I groan and fight the blackness and the pain of the zap. Trying to convince myself that I don’t feel a damn thing when she says that she doesn’t want me.
I should know how to deal with that by now. When I was growing up on Arkadia there was a girl that I wanted. She was so beautiful. Tall and willowy. Stunning really.
But I came from the side of the planet where the poor lived. My parents worked multiple jobs and barely could feed all their children. And they only had three. And that life meant that no decent female would be mine.
“Perhaps you would be willing to trade him for supplies and help getting off the planet then. I’m sure one of our females would enjoy breaking him in.”
My lip curls and I grunt under my breath.
Alex growls under her breath. “No. I said he wasn’t my breeder but he’s still a fully-grown male and he doesn’t deserve to be treated like a piece of meat by women who seem to get off thinking their so much better than him. Or me. I’ve got news for you ladies. Slavery is or should be dead. Nobody owns anybody else.”
The redhead snorts. “If you choose to stay on our planet, we do own men. And the women are in control. Don’t tell me that you’re so worn down by this male that you can’t speak for yourself and choose your own destiny. Why wouldn’t you choose to trade a commodity that would get you what you want?”
Alex stands tall, her shoulders back. A large bruise is blackening her cheek and one side of her ribs but she doesn’t even flinch at standing straight and tall. “I’m not a monster. And a grown person, male or female is not a commodity.”
