Feral.' rasped Tamryn.įeral glanced her way, his eyes narrowing, his cleft lip a sneer, 'What?' His thin paranoid voice extruded the word, stretching it out like suspicious taffy. She finally worked up the courage and, for the first time in over 120 days of traveling together, spoke directly to the object of her affection. She decided she would not die without knowing the love of the disfigured assassin.
It was becoming evident that she might not survive this campaign. Where once there were dozens now there were only five. As the weeks bore on and the expedition delved deeper and deeper into the Earth, the expedition lost more and more of its members. He did the bidding of tyrants and autocrats - the very concepts to which the Order of the Gauntlet stood in opposition. When she looked at Feral, her mouth watered, her palms became sweaty, and her loins, how they ached.Īt first she dismissed her feelings for the spy. Feral aroused feelings in the she-warrior that she had long suppressed. She was proud and confident and deadly.īut when she was around Feral all she could think about was his thin wiry frame, his beady eyes, his hare lip, and his stubbly head.
Her body was a patchwork of burn scars and battle wounds. Her husky voice rasped like a bag of gravel. She was tall and possessed a thick powerful build with strong muscles. Tamryn was a warrior and a member of the Order of the Gauntlet.