Sons of Lyra: Slave Princess Read Free

Great. By Iskara’s wings, the
scientific institute were in for a beating.

    “ She’s in the
room by cargo bay three. Take some water to her, get her some
clothes, do whatever needs to be done. Lock the door on your way
out.” He turned away before the woman had a chance to protest and
went to his quarters.

    The door slid shut behind
him with a sigh and he walked across the room to his desk. He
slumped into his chair, wiped his hands over his face as though
that action alone could erase all his stress, and then pressed the
button to open the shutters across the window. The black of deep
space greeted him, comforting and reassuring as always. It was just
a few days, possibly even less.

    He poured himself a glass
of sapphire blue Lyran Aquan, the strongest liqueur in the Lyra
system, and leaned back into his seat.

    His thoughts drifted to
the woman.

    Would she understand when
he dumped her on some planet where she didn’t know
anyone?

    Perhaps he should talk to
her. She didn’t look Sekarian or Minervan, and she didn’t appear to
be a Lyran. She hadn’t spoken a word to him so it was hard to tell
where in the universe she came from. She could be from any one of
the humanoid species. He wondered if she’d talk to him even if he
tried to talk to her. Could she talk?

    In Iskara’s name, how had
she got herself stuck in that port as a slave anyway?

    He remembered the Minervan
and hoped that he wasn’t going to be trouble. Even with running
repairs to the ship, it was in no state for a battle. All he wanted
was a quiet trip back to the nearest space station for maintenance
and a break. It had been three months since they’d left Lyra Seven,
the outermost planet in the system, and they’d faced nothing but
battle after battle. He was weary of them now, and longing for the
stretching blue skies and warm volcanic baths of his home
world.

    A little pampering
wouldn’t go amiss either.

    Sometimes he thought his
eldest brother, Sebastian, had things right. Stay at home on Lyra
Prime and live a life of luxury and safety.

    Other times, he wanted
nothing more than to embrace the adventure and excitement that
being a captain in the Lyran Imperial Army offered him.

    Today, he just wanted to
shut himself away until everything blew over, everything including
the woman.

    The door intercom
buzzed.

    “ What is it?”
he hollered.

    “ Sir,” a female
voice came through the speaker and he realised it was the woman
he’d sent to check on their new guest. “I think you should come and
see this.”

    He frowned, downed his
drink, and was on his feet before she’d even finished her sentence.
He opened the door and stared hard at her. He just wanted a quiet
life.

    “ See what?” he
said and then realised that the woman was holding her arm. There
was a gash in the sleeve of her tight blue flight suit and he could
see blood. “What happened?”

    The woman looked at her
arm and then back at him. “It seems she doesn’t like me,
sir.”

    “ What did you
do?” he said, unable to believe that such a slight girl could have
inflicted so much damage without intense provocation.

    “ I offered her
some clothes... that’s all. She took the water I gave, but when I
tried to get her to dress, she turned wild. I had to run out of the
door... she...”

    “ Enough,” he
said and walked past her, striding down through the corridors
towards the woman’s room. He’d find out firsthand what the problem
was. It was time he had a little talk with his slave girl. “Get me
two translators, quickly.”

    The woman nodded and broke
away from him.

    He opened the door to the
girl’s room and entered cautiously, his hand resting over his
pistol. He flicked the dial down so it would only stun her if he
was forced to use it. He didn’t want to. Judging by the scars on
her body, she’d suffered enough for several lifetimes. There was no
need for him to add to her trauma unless she became life
threatening.

    The door closed