The Last Narkoy: Gathow: Book 2 Elizabeth Price (ebook reader with android os txt) 📖

He set the child on the ground, allowing Sedom room to scan him. With a quick scan she nodded to Danstu. “Can you take him back to Gathow, quickly? Tremble, go with him as back-up and two orbs,” she called to the eight orbs which circled above.

“Yes, Chadon,” both replied at the same time. Danstu grunted as he lifted the small child. The three disappeared into the forest heading back to Gathow.

Sedom turned her attention back to the man trapped in the ship. Rosanheer was tediously attempting to cut away the belt that held him in place.

“We’re running short on time, people,” called one of the new soldiers, the one called Zeloo, if Sedom remembered correctly.

Two men dragged the pilot from the cockpit. Sedom managed a quick scan of the man before she order Zion and Zeloo to carry him back. The rest of the group remained behind them, guarding each other as they hurried back to Gathow.

Rosanheer hurried beside Sedom. “What about the ship?” he asked.

“When the area is clear of Marisheio, have a team return to retrieve what’s left. For now, let’s focus on getting back to Gathow,” Sedom ordered.

***

Danstu rushed inside the infirmary, setting the child on the first table he came to. Doctor Orion, a tall, spunky young man fresh out of med school, rushed over to the table.

“What happened?” he asked, while examining the child.

“Ship crashed in the forest. They are bringing his father in as well. Sortec was concerned and ordered me to bring him in right away.”

Orion scanned over the boy, nodding. “Good you did. Doctor Noral, I need your assistance.” He forced Danstu out of the way while they examined the child.

Moments later, Zion and Zeloo entered the infirmary, carrying the pilot. The two massive men rested the weak pilot onto an adjoining bed. Orion hurried over to the man, scanning him.

“Sortec says he has several broken rips, a concussion and his left eardrum is damaged,” Zion mentioned as he stepped aside to allow Noral to pass.

Orion glanced over his readouts, grinning. “She missed two broken fingers,” he added. “She missed her calling. She should have been a doctor,” he mentioned.

Sedom lumbered into the infirmary, followed by the rest of her team. “I’m a warrior, not a healer,” she mentioned in a growl. “I wish it were the other way around, but sadly no.”

“I’d say you’re good at both,” Zion spoke up. He motioned to his cheek for Sedom to check her own cheek.

Sedom turned to Tremble, feeling a trail of blood across her cheek. “You’re crazier than I am,” she joked as she wiped the blood away with the back of her sleeve.

“Glad to be of assistance, Chadon,” Tremble joked back.

Danstu turned to Zion, smirking as he motioned to Sedom. “Are we sure that Tremble was a good idea to guard Sortec?” he asked low.

Zion shrugged. “We won’t know until Tremble is dead,” he joked back.

Sedom took a step back, examining her new team from those who she just battled with to those healing the injured. They were everything she wanted in a team. They almost reminded her of Iya and her crew, but better. She crossed her arms over her chest, nodding pleased.

“What’s with the look? You seem amused for once. I’d go as far as to say you’re happy,” Zion asked in a low mumble as he stood beside her.

“Everything’s starting to fall into place. This,” she motioned to the group, “is what I dreamed of,” she mentioned low.

Zion grunted. “You had doubts?” he questioned.

“Didn’t you?” she returned skeptically.

He shook his head. “No. The impossible comes natural to you.” He motioned over to Danstu, who was now speaking with one of the new doctors. “I told you he’d work out.”

Sedom grunted. “He’s too good, other than the fact he keeps forgetting his weapon... and his head in the field. He made a stupid mistake out there that could have got him killed.”

Zion chuckled under his breath. “No offence, but he needs to remain behind a desk. I don’t want him back in the field unless he’s had some training. He’s going to get himself killed… or worse, caught,” he mentioned. “We can’t risk that.”

Sedom cocked a troubled eyebrow. “I agree. As head of security, I’m going to need you to arrange for someone to train him. I gave him a lot of power around Gathow and I need to be assured he can defend himself. He’s helping us lead a military, he will be a target.”

Zion returned with a grumbling sigh. “I’ll handle it. I should probably assign him guards as well.” He started to walk away, only to be held back by Sedom.

“Do me a personal favor,” she asked. He nodded, waiting for her to continue. “Please, tell him how to dress. Starting tomorrow, I want everyone in uniform who’s on duty. We have enough people now I believe uniforms may be a necessity. No exceptions, including Danstu. I know he feels like he’s above wearing one, but I will be wearing one as well.”

He agreed.

SEVENTEEN

“We worked well as a group out there today,” Sedom commended as she raised her glass to toast the group's accomplishments.

Zeloo rose his glass hesitantly, unsure if it were appropriate or not for Sedom to be drinking. He finally had to ask, “Are you old enough to drink?”

Zion cleared his throat, motioning to Zeloo that his question wasn't appropriate. “Typical age restrictions don’t apply to the Chadon,” he mentioned low.

Sedom scowled. “Would it matter?” Sedom smarted back. She downed her drink then handed Zion her glass for another. “I was weaned on this wine. This was my family’s idea of fruit juice.” She motioned for Danstu to drink. He moved his glass away,