manacles wrapped around about half of her tentacles. The manacles were attached to chains which were attached to a large rock.
“Are you hurt?”
“No.” She didn’t lift her head again. Sienna ached for her too now. Sienna searched for Dr. Martin in the other pens before she returned to the pallet but didn’t see the older woman. She fought her tears and hugged Jasmine again. Her neck prickled and she looked to see what set off her intuition.
Three tall well-built males were moving down the aisle. They were pale metallic gold in color, had stunning blue eyes and were made of well-defined muscles. Sienna thought to herself on any other day she’d be impressed. They could be fitness models on Earth. They stopped in front of the enclosure. The leader’s gaze locked with hers. She refused to look away or be cowed.
The moment her gaze locked with his own, Dezek knew he’d found his mate. She was sitting with her arm around another female talking softly. Her eyes were a brilliant green and held defiance despite the fact that she was sitting in an enclosure at a slave trader’s kiosk in the market. He couldn’t tell how tall she was but her skin was a pretty pearl color and she had a dusting of small cinnamon spots the humans called freckles on the bridge of her nose and hair that was curly and a very dark red. He heard the shopkeeper coming from behind him and schooled his features to indifference. It wouldn’t due for the trader to know how much he needed to leave here with the defiant beauty.
The smarmy shop keeper rushed forward with a fake smile.
“Gentleman, what can I do for you,” he smiled cheerily.
“We were told you had some humans,” the leader said, his gaze finally breaking from Sienna’s. “Is this all you have?” he waved at them.
“Yes, this is the shipment that arrived this morning.” The shop keeper smiled his fake smile again.
“They’re kind of beat up and scruffy-looking,” the largest of the males who Sienna guessed was nearly seven feet tall observed as he appraised the bandages and bruises.
“Well, you know, humans are so squishy and soft, they bruise like fruit,” the trader laughed at his own joke. The leader of the group simply eyed him for a few moments longer and then turned to the women again. “Vax, what do you think? Are they worth our time?” he asked the one to his left who appeared slightly younger and a little shorter than the leader and the gold giant as Sienna had decided to call him.
“I suppose. But I can tell you now, you shouldn’t pay top dollar,” the younger one smirked. “After all they are bruised fruit.” The shop keeper’s face flashed extreme annoyance before he masked it and smiled the fake smile again.
“Well, of course, we can negotiate some.”
“Your cousin is over at the Bizzek telling everyone a tale about Mirkndaks and a sick human who turned green. It’s not true, is it?” the younger one questioned. “I mean we wouldn’t want to buy sick humans, after all.”
“No, no, no, I promise they aren’t sick just a little bruised.” Igvat silently cursed his idiot cousin in his head. He should have been able to make a fortune on the rare humans but if the drunken fool was telling that story he might have other problems besides not getting a good price for the possibly ill humans. Humans were so rare he had expected them to move so quickly he wouldn’t need to worry about whether or not they were actually sick. That would have been the buyer’s problem after all he had an ‘as is- no refunds policy’. “Why don’t we move to my shop and negotiate,” he gestured toward the small building.
“Well, let’s see what you’re offering,” the leader said indifferently. He and the younger man proceeded to the building.
The shop keeper slowed his steps at the blue giants. “Get down to the Bizzek and get my idiot drunk cousin out of there before the authorities show up.
“Are you hurt?”
“No.” She didn’t lift her head again. Sienna ached for her too now. Sienna searched for Dr. Martin in the other pens before she returned to the pallet but didn’t see the older woman. She fought her tears and hugged Jasmine again. Her neck prickled and she looked to see what set off her intuition.
Three tall well-built males were moving down the aisle. They were pale metallic gold in color, had stunning blue eyes and were made of well-defined muscles. Sienna thought to herself on any other day she’d be impressed. They could be fitness models on Earth. They stopped in front of the enclosure. The leader’s gaze locked with hers. She refused to look away or be cowed.
The moment her gaze locked with his own, Dezek knew he’d found his mate. She was sitting with her arm around another female talking softly. Her eyes were a brilliant green and held defiance despite the fact that she was sitting in an enclosure at a slave trader’s kiosk in the market. He couldn’t tell how tall she was but her skin was a pretty pearl color and she had a dusting of small cinnamon spots the humans called freckles on the bridge of her nose and hair that was curly and a very dark red. He heard the shopkeeper coming from behind him and schooled his features to indifference. It wouldn’t due for the trader to know how much he needed to leave here with the defiant beauty.
The smarmy shop keeper rushed forward with a fake smile.
“Gentleman, what can I do for you,” he smiled cheerily.
“We were told you had some humans,” the leader said, his gaze finally breaking from Sienna’s. “Is this all you have?” he waved at them.
“Yes, this is the shipment that arrived this morning.” The shop keeper smiled his fake smile again.
“They’re kind of beat up and scruffy-looking,” the largest of the males who Sienna guessed was nearly seven feet tall observed as he appraised the bandages and bruises.
“Well, you know, humans are so squishy and soft, they bruise like fruit,” the trader laughed at his own joke. The leader of the group simply eyed him for a few moments longer and then turned to the women again. “Vax, what do you think? Are they worth our time?” he asked the one to his left who appeared slightly younger and a little shorter than the leader and the gold giant as Sienna had decided to call him.
“I suppose. But I can tell you now, you shouldn’t pay top dollar,” the younger one smirked. “After all they are bruised fruit.” The shop keeper’s face flashed extreme annoyance before he masked it and smiled the fake smile again.
“Well, of course, we can negotiate some.”
“Your cousin is over at the Bizzek telling everyone a tale about Mirkndaks and a sick human who turned green. It’s not true, is it?” the younger one questioned. “I mean we wouldn’t want to buy sick humans, after all.”
“No, no, no, I promise they aren’t sick just a little bruised.” Igvat silently cursed his idiot cousin in his head. He should have been able to make a fortune on the rare humans but if the drunken fool was telling that story he might have other problems besides not getting a good price for the possibly ill humans. Humans were so rare he had expected them to move so quickly he wouldn’t need to worry about whether or not they were actually sick. That would have been the buyer’s problem after all he had an ‘as is- no refunds policy’. “Why don’t we move to my shop and negotiate,” he gestured toward the small building.
“Well, let’s see what you’re offering,” the leader said indifferently. He and the younger man proceeded to the building.
The shop keeper slowed his steps at the blue giants. “Get down to the Bizzek and get my idiot drunk cousin out of there before the authorities show up.
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