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

represent the Emperor... thank you.” He took the wine from Sedom. “When I returned to Juvin-que, my wife and I divorced and I moved to the Porpai district in the south of Cror. Somehow I became involved in politics in the district. One thing led to another and I was elected the Disar of Porpai... and now I have a seat on the government floor. People want change, Sedom. They want Rokaa back... we need him back. He was the only one brave enough to keep the Emperor in check.”

“He's in exile because of your Emperor,” Sedom pointed out.

“The masses will protect him. The people will put Rokaa on the throne in order...”

Sedom sat forward looking Norton in his ruby eyes. “In order for what exactly? To make themselves not feel guilty for allowing my people to die? Tell you what, I'll give you Rokaa if you give me your Emperor's head,” she spoke with heated words, her golden eyes glowing brighter than a flame.

“Are you finished? I'm talking seriously. Rokaa can bring back order to Juvin-que.”

“He may be dead for all I know,” she grumbled.

“But you can find out,” Norton asked, almost begging. Sedom grunted. “Sedom, I can guarantee he would be protected. For the sake of the Mandicien, please talk to him for me.”

“You're remaining for a few days?” Sedom asked.

“As long as it takes,” Norton agreed.

Sedom stood, placing her book back on the shelves. “I'll see what I can do. For now, I'll have Lolum find you somewhere to sleep.”

Norton took the hint and stood. “Thanks for the wine. I don't want to take up any more of your time. I can find my way back to Lolum's,” he offered. “It's good to see you again.”

Sedom smiled, nodding. “You too.” She closed the door behind him then continued to listen as Norton stumbled his way back down the steps. Sedom downed her glass of wine. “Why not,” she huffed. She took a seat at her com station and dialed in Jasper Daveric’s number. A young woman appeared on the monitor half-dressed in a see-through nightgown.

“Can I help you?” the woman asked.

“The Braum,” Sedom barked, unnerved that a woman answered Jasper's com.

“And who are you?” the woman asked with a steely voice.

“Chadon Sortec. I'd ask the same, but I don't care,” Sedom answered, her expression stern.

“Sedom?” Jasper's voice spoke high. Jasper forced the woman aside, taking her place. “Sedom, wow, I forgot I gave you this number. It's good too... see you? Oh hell.” He glanced over his shoulder. “Get some clothes on,” he ordered to the woman.

“Entertaining tonight, I see?” Sedom mentioned, slightly jealous.

He grinned devilishly hearing her jealousy. “I could get used to that. Jealousy looks good on you,” he winked. “She was a gift from a friend to celebrate my twenty... think nothing of her. I know I don't.”

“I didn't picture you the type to be so... sexually flamboyant,” Sedom mentioned.

“We treat sex different here. It's casual, recreational. What… can I help you with today my lovely woman of the AO?”

“My? Think again. You happen to know where I can find Rokaa?” Sedom asked.

Jasper's eyes turned downward, his face placid as if he were holding back his anger and frustration. “Why?”

Sedom chuckled, seeing his change in expression. “Jealousy doesn't look good on you though,” she pointed out.

“Different when you're in love with a woman,” Jasper griped under his breath.

Sedom rolled her eyes. “Aren't we being dramatic? You're hardly in love with me. Besides, it's your twenty. I doubt Rokaa would miss that. I have Norton Helli here looking for him. I wanted to get word to him.”

Jasper released a frustrated sigh. “He's the one who gave me her,” he motioned behind him to the half-dressed woman. “He's in the next room. I'll patch you through.”

The picture of Jasper faded and was replaced with the picture of a head of hair and a bottle of alcohol.

“Rough night?” Sedom asked.

Rokaa jumped upright hearing her voice. “Sedom?” he groaned, moving his hair from his face. “This... is a surprise,” he lisped.

“Are you drunk?” Sedom asked.

Rokaa tipped the bottle of alcohol closer to the screen. “The Dormin know how to throw one hell of a twenty-party.” He sat back trying to focus his eyes. “Good to see you. Everything okay?”

Sedom shrugged. “Norton Helli stopped by for a visit. He wants to talk with you about going home,” she mentioned making Rokaa burst into laughter.

“Right. Now I know I'm drunk. For one, you wouldn't let a Rook into Gathow. And two, there is no way I'd be allowed to return home. The Emperor would have my head.” He took up the bottle and drank the last drop.

“If it were attached,” Sedom pointed out. “Looks like you're having a lot of fun. I'm surprised you don't have your own recreational partner like Jasper.”

Rokaa grinned. “Recreational partner? Oh, her. No, my heart's been given to another.” He flirted, causing Sedom to blush lightly. “I wish you could have been here. You'd have fun.”

Sedom glanced over her shoulder hearing yet another set of footsteps coming up the stairs. “Something tells me it wouldn't have been a good idea. So… Norton. No Norton? What do you want me to tell him?”

“Sha...” Rokaa set the bottle aside. “Politics always bites you where it hurts. Tell him I'll call him in Gathow tomorrow and see what he has to say.” He paused, squinting. “Sedom, is it me or do you have two heads?”

Sedom glanced over her shoulder, noticing Cidele standing beside her. “Cidele, Rokaa,” she introduced. “Well, I better let you get back to your party. Don't drink too much.”

“Yeah, right. You are loved,” Rokaa spoke.

“So are you,” Sedom returned and shut off the screen. Hesitantly, she turned to Cidele. “You're as bad as Garric. Why