whisper. I shuddered as, I hate to admit it, pleasant shivers raced down my back. How could he have that effect on me? The warrior examining Nathan stood up.
“Minor bruising, concussion, and a cracked rib but otherwise he will be fine.”
“A cracked rib!? That is not fine! I have to call the ambulance.” I struggled to get my body free to reach for Nathan’s phone in his pocket.
“The injuries aren’t life threatening.” The man behind me rumbled.
“He has a concussion. That alone is serious. He shouldn’t be asleep or unconscious.” The warrior still did not release me. Time for desperate measures.
I never took a self-defense course, but I watched a lot of movies. Not that I knew if this was going to work, but one had to try. Time to SING. Since my arms were free, I jabbed my elbow into his solar plexus as best I could reach, (which earned me a grunt), slammed my foot into his instep, (which had him hunch over and loosened his grip), turned slightly and rammed the heel of my hand into his nose, (which snapped his head back) and kneed him hard in the groin (which effectively had him hunched over, groaning, and holding his family jewels). S-I-N-G. I always wanted to try that. Smiling to myself, I didn’t give the guy a second thought as I whipped around and rushed to Nathan’s side. I could hear the mutterings around me from the warriors.
“ Criza , that had to hurt.”
“Did you see that?”
“Oh, he’s going to be pissed.”
I focused my attention on Nathan, who was still unconscious. I laid him flat on his back. Since the warrior medic said he didn’t have any spinal injuries, I figured I could move him. I tried shaking his shoulders gently then more insistently.
“Nathan? Nathan you have to wake up. I need to know if I should call 911.” I leaned over him and pulled up his eyelids. Still nothing. I bowed my head, trying to think how to help him and get me out of this situation. Suddenly, I was airborne once again as an arm wrapped around my middle and yanked me back to my feet against a hard chest. This time though, he did allow my feet to touch.
“You’re trying my patience, little one,” He rasped into my ear. I could still hear the tinge of pain he probably felt, but I so did not have any sympathy for him.
“Oh, darn. And here I was hoping that I already tipped the scales to maniacal rage.” All the response I got was another growl. Issues much? “Look, all I want is to wake Nathan up to see for myself that he’s, well, not fine, but going to be ok. Then you can tell me what the hell you want.”
“I came for my mate.” The voice rumbled behind me. I froze. His mate? SHIT! In all of this I had yet to put two and two together. The seven in front of me were Kaldarhns. The man behind me, who I really didn’t focus on while going on the offense, sounded like that Karac guy on TV. Slowly, and surprisingly enough he let me, I turned around inside the circle of his arms. Even in the semi-darkness, standing this close, I could make out his features. Yep, looked like my luck had run out.
Standing not six inches from me, with his arms firmly enclosing me, stood Karac. His gaze caught mine and I couldn’t look away. It was like something snapped into place inside me. I don’t know what it was, but it started to freak me out. I felt connected to him, in ways totally un-normal. Humans didn’t have those connections, did they? For someone who took a good six months to be comfortable with someone, those feelings were NOT normal. I wrenched my eyes away and looked down, taking deep breaths. I felt him move closer, my body tensed, but I only felt a light touch of his lips on the top of my head.
“Let me go,” I pleaded softly so only he could hear me.
“Never,” was the whispered response above me. I had a feeling he was talking about more than our current
“Minor bruising, concussion, and a cracked rib but otherwise he will be fine.”
“A cracked rib!? That is not fine! I have to call the ambulance.” I struggled to get my body free to reach for Nathan’s phone in his pocket.
“The injuries aren’t life threatening.” The man behind me rumbled.
“He has a concussion. That alone is serious. He shouldn’t be asleep or unconscious.” The warrior still did not release me. Time for desperate measures.
I never took a self-defense course, but I watched a lot of movies. Not that I knew if this was going to work, but one had to try. Time to SING. Since my arms were free, I jabbed my elbow into his solar plexus as best I could reach, (which earned me a grunt), slammed my foot into his instep, (which had him hunch over and loosened his grip), turned slightly and rammed the heel of my hand into his nose, (which snapped his head back) and kneed him hard in the groin (which effectively had him hunched over, groaning, and holding his family jewels). S-I-N-G. I always wanted to try that. Smiling to myself, I didn’t give the guy a second thought as I whipped around and rushed to Nathan’s side. I could hear the mutterings around me from the warriors.
“ Criza , that had to hurt.”
“Did you see that?”
“Oh, he’s going to be pissed.”
I focused my attention on Nathan, who was still unconscious. I laid him flat on his back. Since the warrior medic said he didn’t have any spinal injuries, I figured I could move him. I tried shaking his shoulders gently then more insistently.
“Nathan? Nathan you have to wake up. I need to know if I should call 911.” I leaned over him and pulled up his eyelids. Still nothing. I bowed my head, trying to think how to help him and get me out of this situation. Suddenly, I was airborne once again as an arm wrapped around my middle and yanked me back to my feet against a hard chest. This time though, he did allow my feet to touch.
“You’re trying my patience, little one,” He rasped into my ear. I could still hear the tinge of pain he probably felt, but I so did not have any sympathy for him.
“Oh, darn. And here I was hoping that I already tipped the scales to maniacal rage.” All the response I got was another growl. Issues much? “Look, all I want is to wake Nathan up to see for myself that he’s, well, not fine, but going to be ok. Then you can tell me what the hell you want.”
“I came for my mate.” The voice rumbled behind me. I froze. His mate? SHIT! In all of this I had yet to put two and two together. The seven in front of me were Kaldarhns. The man behind me, who I really didn’t focus on while going on the offense, sounded like that Karac guy on TV. Slowly, and surprisingly enough he let me, I turned around inside the circle of his arms. Even in the semi-darkness, standing this close, I could make out his features. Yep, looked like my luck had run out.
Standing not six inches from me, with his arms firmly enclosing me, stood Karac. His gaze caught mine and I couldn’t look away. It was like something snapped into place inside me. I don’t know what it was, but it started to freak me out. I felt connected to him, in ways totally un-normal. Humans didn’t have those connections, did they? For someone who took a good six months to be comfortable with someone, those feelings were NOT normal. I wrenched my eyes away and looked down, taking deep breaths. I felt him move closer, my body tensed, but I only felt a light touch of his lips on the top of my head.
“Let me go,” I pleaded softly so only he could hear me.
“Never,” was the whispered response above me. I had a feeling he was talking about more than our current
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