Page 56 of Neverwylde 6
“She was his prisoner,” a voice snapped.
“Kith Elars, you went into the shuttle to retrieve her. Where did you find her?”
“She was…she was in the pilot chair.”
“Was she bound?”
“No.”
“What is going on? Why have I been summoned?”
This last voice was familiar, and Kelen raised her tear-stained face to find Duruk striding toward them. The Seneecians parted to allow the D’har inside the circle. The man paused next to where she and Kyber lay on the floor.
“Please,” she begged, not caring whether or not her actions would demean her in their eyes. “Please. Help him. He’s dying.”
Duruk whirled on the men. “You were told not to kill him!”
“He’s not dead…yet,” one Seneecian smirked.
Giving a roar of fury, Duruk pulled his blaster from his hip holster and fired at the man. A bright white pulse hit the Seneecian in the neck. It exploded, sending blood and flesh arching through the air, splattering the other men. The Seneecians jumped, but no one protested.
“Your orders were not to kill him,” Duruk repeated, bearing his teeth. Glancing again at Kelen, he made a motion with his other hand. “Take him up to the medical bay. Take both of them. Have their wounds tended, but keep them under guard.” He gave the rest of the men one final hard stare. “No one touches either of them again unless I give direct orders. Is that clear?”
“Yes, D’har!” the men chanted in unison and saluted him.
Satisfied, Duruk cast her an unfathomable grin, turned, and exited the bay. Kelen bent back over her husband, not daring to move until the medical techs arrived to load Kyber onto a stretcher.
No one tried to stop her as she followed them out of the bay.
