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

here longer. Coming from you, she won't take it as hard. Considering the situation and all--”

“That’s hardly an excuse, Ratisha. Besides, you knew her before. I mean, she went out of her way to save your life,” Evolanc argued back.

Sedom leaned against the door frame, amused by the conversation. She wondered just how long it would continue on if she wouldn't say anything. But after only a short time her curiosity grew too much for her humor. “Just tell me what the hell is going on and be done with it,” Sedom griped.

The sound of her voice caused both women to turn to her. “How long have you been standing there?” Ratisha asked. Her hand was still pressed to her startled heart.

Sedom sauntered into the room, then leaned against the long counter. “Long enough to know you both are cowards. So what do you need to tell me? And just to let you know, it doesn't matter who tells me, I like you both equally.”

“Okay,” Evolanc sighed. “The child is Wyice. At least that's what his DNA claims.”

Sedom turned to the child lying unconscious in a bed near the far corner of the infirmary. “Which Wyice?” she asked calmly.

“That's what we're trying to determine,” Ratisha replied. “Mind you, when I worked with the Wyice, they were known for having many concubines. Whichever Wyice who’s his father might not even know he's alive.”

Evolanc turned to Ratisha confused. “Wait, which Wyice did you work for?”

“Sidoc,” Ratisha spoke humbled. “I was young, stupid...”

“Which reminds me,” Sedom interrupted. “I'm having the lab on level four set up for you to start work.”

“What about him?” Evolanc asked, motioning to the child.

Sedom turned back to the boy. “The pilot claimed to be the boy's father. When he wakes, I'll ask him the truth.” Sedom turned, landing into the chest of Danstu.

Danstu stepped back. “Chadon, sorry. I need your signature on these,” he said, handing her a computer pad.

Sedom scanned the pads over, then turned back to Danstu. His eyes were still cloudy from the memory she gave him. “I thought you were going to your quarters?” she asked as she read.

He started to say something, but the words wouldn’t form. “Uh,” he cleared his throat, “I decided to preoccupy my mind with something… useful.”

“Okay. I can understand that. As long as you’re okay to make decisions. What am I signing?” she asked.

“Permission for me to hire more personnel and to allocate more funds to certain key positions,” he explained. “I also need a budget… to know our finances for hiring personnel. I’m sure we don’t have unlimited funds,” he mentioned.

“And?” she asked, demanding a response for the first part of her question. She scowled as she looked at the computer then to Danstu. “You are okay?” she asked. He nodded slightly uncertain. “You do know what you're doing?” she asked. He nodded. “Okay,” she handed him her bag of firestones. “Figure out how much this is worth and we'll start from there. Also, it might be a good idea to hire a head of finance. You shouldn’t have to be handling the bookkeeping,” she said.

“I have a Quice team coming in tomorrow. They’ll be taking over the position as Chief of Finance,” Danstu mention.

Sedom nodded, thankful they were on the same page “And you... you let me know if you need anything,” she offered.

Danstu peeked inside the bag and then nodded. “I'll keep you informed.” Danstu dismissed himself, leaving as fast as he appeared.

Evolanc smirked, amused. “He is a smart one, isn't he?”

Is he? “So far he’s proven his worth. Though, he just walked off with a fortune in my firestones, so we’ll see if he sticks around.” She shook the feeling of concern aside and continued to follow Evolanc into the main infirmary.

The pilot sat up in his bed, screaming. Evolanc rested a heavy hand on his shoulder, forcing him to lie down. “You're safe.”

“Where?” He gulped as he looked around the infirmary.

“Gathow,” Sedom stepped forward. “Your ship crashed in the forest. My people rescued you.” Sedom remained at the foot of his bed. “Mind telling us who you and the boy are?”

“My boy! Where's my boy?” he asked in a panic. Sedom pointed over to the sleeping child. The man calmed. “He'll live?” he asked Evolanc.

“Yes, you two were very lucky we heard your distress call,” Sedom spoke up. “What are your names?” Sedom asked again.

The man offered his hand to Sedom. “Earl Godwin. The boy is Sanko. I found him wandering in the streets of Orisas on Cariou. They don't take kindly to orphans so I decided to take the boy and raise him.”

“You didn't look for his parents?” Sedom asked amused.

Godwin shrugged. “Saw the marks on his neck. Marks like that usually mean no good.”

“He's one of Lord Wyice's children,” Evolanc mentioned.

Godwin's face paled. “Sidoc, that Lord Wyice? Oh hell. That explains a few things.” He rested his head against his pillow, rubbing his hand over his face. “I've had the boy now for close to two years. It’s obvious Lord Wyice isn’t looking for him. I’m not worried.”

“His child?” Evolanc squirmed.

Godwin chuckled. “Lord Wyice has fathered over a hundred children. One boy won't make a damn bit of difference. He'll just make another. But on the safe side, how's my ship?”

“In pieces. My men managed to retrieve most of it. You're going to need a hell of a mechanic to put your ship back together,” Sedom explained.

“Good thing I'm a hell of a mechanic,” he joked back. “Sorry, I didn't catch your name.”

“Mechanic, hum?” Sedom smirked as she walked away, her mind racing with thoughts.

Her sudden dismissal made Godwin turn to Evolanc in question. “She's like that. I'm Evolanc, and she's,” she motioned to Sedom, who was wandering over to the child,