Terran Times 02 - Deal with a Dhemon (6 page)

Deal with a Dhemon

She whirled to confront him as he frantically attempted to get within reach to apply the gas.

Her training as one of the Alliance’s best hunters kicked in, and after a few grunting contacts of flesh meeting flesh, he was down for the count.

She turned to watch the other battle continuing only a few feet away. Her mouth opened in a hiss, and her fangs gleamed in the overhead lighting of the station as she crouched and prepared to pounce as soon as she saw an opening.

Moran was faring well against his two attackers until one of them tried to use a nerve gun, Sam darted in just as he fired, and collapsed to the floor screaming. The attacker who had fired the gun ran down the hall, the other was unconscious at Moran’s feet.

He contacted medical for immediate assistance and wisely kept his distance from her while she fought the impulses that the gun had triggered.

Every sensation was too hot, too strong, too loud.

All of her nerves had been irritated to their limits and were making their presence known. As bad as it was for her, it would have killed Moran. The Ontex were far more sensitive than humans, physically.

When the medical team arrived, they used an air lift to transport her. Even that gentle pressure on her skin felt like being caught in a windstorm.

The doctors on duty consulted, and decided to 13

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tank her. All of her clothing was removed. Life support was inserted and muscle relaxants and pain killers would be administered via the IV’s.

With a splash and a sigh of relief, she found herself floating in the tank. Her body weight born by the water which was a gentle pressure on her sensitized flesh. Ah, comfortable.

Four hours later, her ride showed up and he was not impressed by what he saw. She was astonished. Sam had known that much of the mythology of her world was due to alien sightings, the species names becoming garbled over time. The alfar of the Admar, The angels of Enjels—wings and all—and here before her was a demon. Or more precisely a Dhemon. Of the planet Dhema.

She floated close to the glass of the tank and observed him at length. His hair was black, confined in tight braids that wove tightly against his scalp to fall in metal banded disarray beyond his shoulders. His skin was a fascinating shade of burgundy, and his eyes glowed yellow as they questioned the doctor. He was not happy.

Sam admired his strong physique, the corded muscle of his neck, leading down into shoulders wide enough to support a chest and arms that looked like they could crush her with one blow.

Her gaze roamed lower to take in the columns of his thighs and was relieved to find that his feet 14