The Last Narkoy: Gathow: Book 2 by Elizabeth Price (good e books to read .txt) 📗

Another, a Crehail man, stood. “The city of Vici?” he asked.

Sedom shook her head. “The Marisheio took it over some time ago, killed all who lived there and turned it into a military base. That is why I reopened Gathow and that is why I need all of your help.”

The hulking man who spoke first walked over to Sedom. Tremble stepped up behind Sedom, keeping a close eye on the man. He offered his hand to Sedom. “Chadon, I am Borik Ornool, Braum of the Isle of Humal.”

Sedom’s face brightened as she accepted the man’s hand. “And cousin to the Braum Jasper Daveric. They’ve been looking for you,” she mentioned. “I’ll get you home as soon as I can.” She turned back to the group. “I’ll get you all home, as soon as I can.”

TWENTY-FIVE

Two Weeks Later

Raindrops gathered on the window as Sedom’s transport ship flew into the sky. She tapped her finger against the glass, thinking back to the first ride she ever took on a space ship. It was the last time she saw her family alive and healthy. As Gathow’s ship port grew smaller and smaller, she couldn’t help but feel a stone of dread in her stomach. Was she making a mistake leaving Danstu behind to govern her city?

“Chadon, I need the coordinates,” called a young pilot from the controls. She tapped in a sequence of numbers into the computer, sending the information to the cockpit.

Beside her sat Zion and Rosanheer. She took both of the men’s hands, squeezing them softly. They both turned to her, a look of amusement at her outward sign of affection towards them. This was her new family, as crazy as they all seemed. Every one of them served a place in her life and nothing would ever take that away from her, never again.

“Where are we heading to first, Chadon?” asked another young man, the doctor named Orion. He was seated across from Sedom and looking quite excited to be included on an adventure.

“Carmintor to drop off the Braum,” she motioned to Jasper’s cousin, who sat near the back of the ship, reading a book. “Then we’ll borrow a smaller Marisheio vessel the Dormin acquired and cross the border into Cha’laan. From there, we’ll reach the Oslo within a few days.”

“If everything goes as planned,” Tremble added.

“Which it seldom does,” Zion grumbled.

Sedom smacked his thigh. “Think positive. Look at how far we’ve come.”