To Catch A Warrior [Unearthly World Book 5] by C.L. Scholey Page B

in which was a relief, she thought she would be bald forever. She was a little self-conscious and lifted a hand to finger a few tuffs. She was thinner than she remembered but still as tall. Her face had two red blotches on either cheek, no doubt from the cold. They would fade in time. Her green eyes still looked ancient, and sad, and she was surprised.
    Bruising dotted her exposed flesh. She admitted she was clumsy, but in her defense ice was a bitch to walk on. She was grateful there were no signs of bad frostbite. The material she wore hugged her ass and thighs and covered her to mid-thigh. The t-shirt was loose and comfortable, she had no underclothing but gravity was still on her side. She waited expectantly for shoes of some kind. Instead, he brought her food.
    “You can have all of this,” Titus said in warning. “But you will eat it slowly.”
    “It wasn’t my fault I choked. You made me cry. In my defense, I hadn’t eaten anything but that odd fruit.”
    Titus looked thoughtful. “The fruit you speak of is strange. Nothing should have existed on the planet. Everything was frozen.”
    “Well, the fruit did.”
    “I believe you. There would be no other way you could have survived.”
    “What?” He was staring at her in a strange way.
    “You spent more time with the Gorgano than any female I know of. You’re positive it didn’t have any effect on you?”
    “Such as?”
    Zabbie settled onto an oversized piece of furniture and curled her legs under her. She picked up a tender slice of dark meat and nibbled.
    Titus sat beside her. “When human females come into contact with the Gorgano they develop an ability to fight, or they die. The Gorgano didn’t kill you, it kept you. You can speak my language so the Gorgano must have done something.”
    “I wouldn’t mind some super powers. I’ll try and see if I can move something.”
    Silly as she felt, Zabbie concentrated on a small object. She tried to move the foot length pen-type rod. Nothing happened, not a twitch or a shimmy. She took a deep breath and gazed at Titus.
    “Sorry. I got nothing. You found yourself a dud.”
    “It doesn’t matter. Finish your meal and I’ll take you on the bridge.”
    “Awesome. I was afraid you were going to keep me locked in here.”
    “Wherever I go, you go.”
    “Titus, don’t confuse me with another.”
    “I’m under no disillusions, you aren’t Bertha, she’s dead, she has to be. You are alive. I plan on keeping it that way.”
    “Titus, I won’t be kept in a cage or on a leash. I spent too much time dead and alone. I’m going to live every day as though it’s my last from now on.”
    “We shall see.”
    * * * *
    Titus watched Zabbie wander the bridge of his vessel. He’d never encountered a female so curious. Nothing was overlooked, not even his warriors. With amusement, a warrior stilled when Zabbie approached. The warriors were aware human females were skittish and sometimes afraid of them. His warriors were almost as large as him and he wondered if she would be shy. She reached for the warrior’s hands and Titus tensed; he didn’t know she’d touch him. Ask questions he thought, but all on the bridge were surprised. After a collective gasp, there was dead silence. Finn was the only warrior besides a mate that normally touched a female, and that was because he was a healer.
    Zabbie had no concept of personal space. The warrior’s eyes widened appearing stunned when she lifted one of his fingers to trace her cheek. Tane was a young warrior; he had Holidayed but had almost no contact with human females. The warrior would have no idea what to think about a female wanting to touch him. Tane went into battle mode. Zabbie didn’t flinch. From Tane’s awed expression, Titus could tell he was flabbergasted. Most normal beings at least made some kind of response to a warrior’s battle prowess. Zabbie might as well be sniffing flowers.
    “Your female’s going to start a riot,” Cy complained. “And