Page 7 of Mated in the Stars
"That all you got?" Sara lifted an eyebrow.
"Wait until I get out." He growled at her, his voice low, steady, and threatening. "I'll rip your intestines out through your mouth."
Sara raised her eyebrows, unimpressed. "Impressive image. Too bad it will never happen."
"Believe what you will,” the Vrakrir spat at her. “But I’ll have you bleeding and begging for mercy in a matter of time.”
"Violence doesn't scare me." The tremor of fear that pulsed through her said she was a liar though.
"No?" The Vrak’rir questioned as he prowled closer to the edge of the cell. He stopped right before the force field.
Despite the invisible force field between them, she felt the small hairs on her neck rise. Sara resisted the urge to step back. Unless activated, the force field looked invisible. Her heart sped up in her chest as she leaned her head back to keep him in sight.
"You've been causing quite the racket." Sara kept her arms relaxed by her sides. There'd be no folding her arms. No defensive postures in front of this brute. "I'm here to politely ask you to shut up."
A smirk lifted one corner of his mouth as he raised a fist and pounded on the metal wall, the sound echoing in her ears like a drumbeat.
When he kept it up, Sara glared at him with narrowed eyes. "If you don't cease, I'll allow my ship's doctor to flood your cell with sleeping gas. And I’d bet you wouldn’t enjoy that."
A growl ripped through the air, and she felt her heart rate spike drastically. Fuck. She managed to keep a hold on her composure. The Vrak'rir may scare her, but she wasn’t about to let him see it.
"Put me to sleep female and I'll rip your head from your shoulders when I escape." He threatened.
Sara believed him. "Good thing you won't be getting out any time soon." She remarked. "Maybe you should try being nice. I am the one who gave the okay to bring you on board. Saved your life." With that, she spun on a heel and left him to bellow in rage behind her.
With her hands trembling, Sara headed directly for her quarters. Thankfully, she didn't run into any of her crew. She feared her voice would betray how rattled she felt. Maybe she should have listened to her gut when they arrived at the debris field. She couldn't shake the feeling she’d accepted the blue devil on board her ship.
Once inside the safety of her cabin, Sara shrugged off her uniform and stepped into her sonic shower. With the push of a button a blue light enveloped her. Closing her eyes, she tried to relax and let the tension wash off of her. Hands still shaking, she ran them over her skin and hair. Try as she might she couldn't fight the memories anymore.
"Please, Rob." Sara whispered as she held up her hands. "I'm sorry."
"You think that's enough?" Rob raged in front of her, spittle dotting the corners of his mouth. "I hate your pathetic excuses. You're good for nothing, you know that Sara?"
Sara could smell the alcohol on his breath. It seemed to permeate the air around him as if the smell leaked from his pores.
"Rob, please."
"Stupid fucking woman." Rob lunged, his hands wrapping around her neck.
A tear streaked down Sara's face, and she wiped at it with the back of a hand. Rob couldn't touch her anymore. Well, she assumed he'd never find her, but he was still out there. Lurking. Floating around. She doubted he’d forgotten about her. She'd changed her appearance and escaped her ex-boyfriend's clutches when he’d finally been put in jail. Sadly, no one had discovered the brutality he dished out to her. No, instead, he'd been imprisoned after a bar fight. She'd packed up her stuff and left as soon as she’d been notified.
Sucking in a breath, Sara refused to think about it. Rob wouldn't find her, and she wouldn't let this damn Vrak’rir scare her. No. She was done with men walking over her. She was a captain now... sure it was a rusty metal heap, but it was hers, and she'd earned it.
The Vrak’rir was like her ex. He used his power to scare and intimidate just like her ex. If she could survive one, she could survive the other. She refused to allow any one that kind of power over her again.
At least, she didn't hear the Vrak’rir pounding on the walls or hollering up a storm in the brig. Time for her to go and get some rest.
Chapter 3
Sara stepped onto the bridge, her thick soled boots echoing softly off the metal decking. Pinpricks of light zipped past the view screen as they passed by planets and stars. Rubbing one of her eyes with a finger, she tried to shake the last few remnants of sleep from her mind.
"Good morning," Sara greeted her bridge crew. "How'd you all sleep? I slept surprisingly well." She plopped into the captain's chair.
"Did you drug him?" Cat asked from her seat with a smirk pulling at the corners of her lips.
"Nope.” She shook her head. “I talked with him and threatened drugging him, but never actually had to do it. For whatever reason, he’s been silent.”
"Maybe he saw reason." Doug yawned as he spun around in his chair. “Or maybe he’s finally tired himself out.”
