Jayne is a hunter on assignment, but she and her partner have been captured and put in an unenviable position.
Tied to a rack, Jayne is bled while her partner Denel is tormented into a foaming frenzy. When he is given her blood as a key for attack she closes her eyes but what happens is way out of her jurisdiction.
Jayne Simmons was having a bad day. She and her partner, Denel Arius of Azon, had been caught by the fugitive they were tracking. A stupid move for a pair of Alliance Hunters.
Jayne was currently listening to the rambling monologue of the Dhemoness that she had tracked to this outpost, and was slowly bleeding from wounds inflicted on her bound wrists and ankles. The words were the worst part of the torture. Wouldn’t the woman just shut up and kill them?
A smirk filled the face of her captor, belying the words that followed. “I am afraid that you have left us no choice, hunter. You will die here, and it will be by your partner’s hand.”
The angry snarl from across the room gave credence to the assumption that he would kill her. When she was whole and hearty, she would trust him with her life, but when she was tied down and bleeding, she was a lot less certain of her survival odds.
Denel had a lot of predators and blood drinkers in his bloodline. Would his urbane sense of self kick in before he saw her as prey?
“Thirty minutes after I leave this room his manacles will unlock and he will be free to destroy you. The Alliance will never be able to connect me to your demise. It will have been carried out by one of their own.”
Revva smirked again and ran one fine boned hand across her skull. The horns that were part and parcel of her species stuck out against the shaved expanse. The shaved head was a blatant defiance of her cultural heritage and her obligations. The idiot had simply run from a trade agreement and a mild assault case. Now she would have to face murder charges.
Jayne was proud to be a member of the Alliance’s newest planet affiliate, Terra, and she was in line to be a casualty in very short order.
“Just to make sure that he has your scent.”
That was all the warning she got as Revva dug her fingers into the open wounds on her wrist and prodded until blood flowed rapidly. Her assailant crossed the room and did something to Denel that had him snapping at the air. For such an urbane and calm guy, he moved into a killing frenzy rapidly. She had seen it in the three months that they had been together. Now she would get to find out how it felt first hand. Fantastic.