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

She pressed her hand to Ratisha's cheek. “We rescued you from the Marisheio. I'm going to take you someplace safe where no one can hurt you again.” Sedom proceeded to remove her gag.

“Sedom!” Ratisha cried out.

Rosanheer removed the binds from her hands. She looked over at him with fear clouding her eyes. “YOU? Oh God, Sedom. Run!” she screeched.

Sedom cupped her shoulder, forcing Ratisha to look at her. “It’s okay, Ratisha. There’s no need to panic. He’s with me.”

“Sister, come now. Calm yourself,” Rosanheer whispered as he massaged her wrists. “I work for Sortec. No malice. I'm a traitor like you,” he assured with a grin.

Ratisha nodded, not believing the Clove man. She rested her hand against Sedom's cheek. “You came for me? Why? They could have killed you!” she scolded.

Sedom forced the woman to rest her head against her shoulder. “You saved my life. I owed you.” Sedom motioned for Zion to hand her a water canteen. He passed it to her and then motioned with a nod that he needed to speak with her. She agreed. “Drink and rest. I'll be right back.”

She stood, walking to the fire pit where Zion and Qilo now sat. Qilo was looking over one of his tracking computers. She settled in next to Zion, but watched Qilo.

“We have a problem,” Qilo began. Sedom raised her eyebrow, waiting for him to continue. “You mentioned that this could be a set-up. Well, you're correct,” he began.

“Only twenty guards?” Zion mentioned. “There should have been a lot more guarding her, considering the severity of Ratisha's crimes and what was at stake. She committed treason by siding with one of their greatest enemies. It took the Marisheio over seventeen months of interrogation to finally decide to terminate her life? No, they set her up to find you.”

“Correction, they want Gathow,” Sedom pointed out.

Qilo handed Sedom his tracking computer, pointing to a blip on the screen. “I narrowed it down to ten yards. Your friend has a tracking implant. My guess they let her go in the hopes that we'd take her with us to Gathow.”

“They let her go,” Zion clarified. “Patto failed so they grew desperate. My concern now is if she's in on it and how we can get rid of it.”

“Let us hope it isn't in her heart. There are only two places I haven't the talent to heal,” Sedom grumbled. She glanced over at Ratisha. Rosanheer was helping her drink out of the canteen. She slowly stood and walked back over to Ratisha and Rosanheer.

“She's in a lot of pain,” Rosanheer mentioned. “Any chance you can mesmerize her again… at least till we return?”

“I’ll see what I can do,” Sedom whispered back to him. She knelt to the ground and took Ratisha's hand. “Ratisha, speak honestly, are you helping the Marisheio?” she asked, locking her gaze on Ratisha’s eyes. She shook her head. “Did you know about the implant?” she asked. Again Ratisha shook her head. Sedom broke eye contact, allowing Ratisha to relax.

“I have an implant? I thought I might,” Ratisha sighed.

Sedom glanced over at Rosanheer. “Most likely she ingested it. It attaches to the intestinal track,” he explained. “There's no way to know for certain where it is until it's too late.”

“I can find it,” Sedom decided. She regained eye contact with Ratisha, her gaze unyielding. “I need to scan you. It's painless, but you'll have to trust me,” she explained.

Fear welled in Ratisha's eyes. “Like before? I couldn't feel my body. It… wasn't pleasant.”

Sedom grew close to her ear, whispering, “I'll dull your pain, but you'll stay aware,” she offered. Ratisha agreed. Sedom moved away Ratisha's hair and proceeded to place her palm against her neck. Having noticed this, Zion rose from the fire in protest. Sedom closed her eyes allowing her body to take over Ratisha's. “Calm yourself. Feel my heart, the air in my lungs,” she whispered.

“I can't… breathe!” Ratisha exclaimed, gasping, feeling Sedom's hand squeezing over her heart.

“Let your body relax,” Sedom soothed resting her free hand on Ratisha's chest. Ratisha stopped her gasps, closing her eyes. “Just relax,” she whispered. “Good, your heart's clean.”

Qilo stood next to Zion, watching Sedom. “What the hell is she doing?”

“Being Narkoy and taking a huge risk,” Zion grunted.

Sedom's free hand continued down towards Ratisha's stomach then stopped, resting over the implant. “Here,” she spoke softly, pointing with a shaking hand. She grabbed Rosanheer’s hand, forcing him to feel where the tracking pod was.

She carefully removed the link. Ratisha’s head fell back against the walls as she attempted to regain her normal breaths. “The pain… is gone,” she gulped, “But I can't feel… my legs.” She looked over at Rosanheer who still held his hand on her stomach. “Why is his hand on me?”

Sedom shuttered, turning away from Ratisha to regain her senses. “I-a… blocked the pain. When your body doesn't register pain it believes there's not a problem.” She fell backward, landing on her rear.

“Sortec?” Zion questioned, rushing over to her.

Sedom held up her hand to tell him she was okay and then placed her hand on her forehead to help relieve a fast-forming headache. “Uh… if you attempt to walk, it can cause a major issue. It's better that you don't register anything at all,” Sedom explained woozy. She shook away her woozy feeling, kneeling back to her knees next to Rosanheer. “What do we have?” she asked. She felt under Rosanheer's fingers to the pod.

She could feel Zion lingering behind her, watching her if she swayed again. Part of her found it annoying, but another part really enjoyed the fact she had a trusted friend to watch her back.

“The tracking pod is not in her intestines, but it is under the muscle, much like the other one we removed,” she explained. “I need someone who's good with