The Tracker's Quest: (Forced To Serve #6) Read Free Page A

deal with her incarceration. She accepted it was the demon’s way of showing her she was willing to help.
    Since Arghane had watched her dress and then eat the food he had sent to her, Seta glared at her collector as the door opened. She grabbed her uniform pants and shoes which were bundled together inside her folded shirt. She had tied the sleeves and now slung the pack over one shoulder. Arghane grinned at her action, but made no move to remove it from her until she passed by him. His arm shot out, gripping hers.
    “I’ll take those disrespectful clothes,” he said.
    Seta glared at the hand on her arm. Keeping her anger in check suddenly became an impossibility. She turned slowly to fully face him as her body filled with a fiery heat that went everywhere. She even felt her eyes getting hot.
    Shaking at the energy suddenly coursing through her, she dodged Arghane’s next grab. A feral animal sound erupted from her throat that he would dare touch her. She took a menacing step towards the male who stepped back in sudden surprise.
    “Touch me again and you will surely die,” Seta warned. Reaching out a hand, she gripped her torturer’s wide wrist, squeezing hard until she heard a crunching sound. She released him only when Arghane called out and backed farther away from her.
    “Are you truly as insane as you are acting?” he demanded.
    “Yes. I am insane. Why don’t you go tell the suzerain on me? Or do you fear his reaction to hearing a mere female managed to harm you?”
    Arghane shook his hand, glaring at the red ring around his wrist. The angry female’s grip had burned like fire and his digits were now numb. He might actually have to be checked for damage.
    “What possesses you to fight me?” he demanded.
    Seta snorted. “Maybe it’s because I don’t consider you worthy of living. Now let’s get this over with, Arghane. I’m tired of waiting to see my duplicitous sire.”
    Frowning at her strangely glowing eyes, Arghane motioned ahead, watching as Seta turned her back to him and began walking. He was suddenly wondering if the crazed female was planning to harm the suzerain. And more importantly, could she do it?
    “I absolutely could do it if I chose,” Seta said, reading his thoughts. “But I will not harm the suzerain yet. I have different plans for him.”
    Arghane frowned again. “Good. Just know I will kill you to save him.”
    “You might try, but I will kill you before you get such a chance,” Seta replied back coldly, not turning around. “I speak only truth, Arghane. After your death I will walk through your spilled life force and do what I want to the suzerain. So leave me be if you wish to live. The creature within me hates you on my behalf. She wishes for your death as much as I do.”
    “You talk nonsense. What creature inside you?” he demanded.
    When she didn’t answer his question, Arghane reached out and grabbed Seta’s arm to turn her to face him. The next thing he knew he was flying backwards and being slammed hard against the wall. His head spun dizzily as Seta of Trax walked calmly towards him. In her glowing eyes, he did actually see his death. Since he was not ready to die, playing along with her madness might be the wisest strategy. He saw now he had taken the Siren’s assertions of her training too lightly.
    “My apologies for my disrespect, daughter of Trax,” he blurted out finally, breathing out only when he saw Seta come to a full stop. Without another word, she turned back and started walking forward again.
    Reeling, Arghane climbed slowly to his feet despite the pain. Seta’s appealing hips sent the strips swaying in the dress he had chosen, but earning time with her suddenly held no allure at all for him. Let the Siren suitor buy the suzerain’s errant offspring. What did he care? There were many more fair-haired females among the suzerain’s progeny. And one day he would have his pick.
    He almost bumped into her as she whirled around to him again. Shock