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“You will submit, T’Pry
“I…refuse.” She bit the words, forcing them past her constricted throat and parched lips, all but shouting to be heard above the increasing wind.
Her right arm snapped upward, bringing with it her own ahn-woonand the heavy orbs attached to each end. Sten’s reflexes were superior, and he reached up to block the attack, but his movements and his position along the slope of the hill forced him off balance. Momentum brought him closer to T’Pry
“Die!”
As she moved to repeat the attack, Sten snapped upright, regaining his feet in a single, fluid motion. Green blood streamed from the wounds in his head, and sand stuck to his face, and T’Pry
“I will die,” he said, his words echoing above the howling wind, “but not before I take what is mine.”
“No!” another voice called out above the mounting storm. “You will die defeated, broken, and alone, with my hands on your throat and my blade in your heart.”
Surprised, T’Pry
A
Love, anguish, remorse. T’Pry
Before T’Pry
Drawing a knife from a scabbard along his left hip, Sten held the blade before him and beckoned A
“Wait!” T’Pry
The sound of one of the medical monitors beeping jolted Pe
“Damn,” Pe
“Good Lord.” His eyes widened as they alternated between the monitor and T’Pry
M’Benga had mentioned similar events having occurred since T’Pry
“What’s going on in your head, lady?” Pe
Pe
Looking to Pe
“Yes,” replied the journalist, rubbing his stiff neck. “Craziest thing I’ve ever seen. How can her mind jump into overdrive like that and she not twitch the slightest bit?”
Crossing his arms, M’Benga said, “Her mind is in a state of chaos. According to what Sobon told me, it’s been divided into two parts, thanks to the mind meld she shared with her fiancé all those years ago. It was forcibly interrupted for reasons unknown, and she’s been suffering the effects since then.”
“After so long,” Pe
M’Benga shrugged. “I really don’t know. Sobon seems to think that he can help her, but to be honest, I never bought into everything some of their doctors tried to teach us about Vulcan mental-healing techniques. That said, at this point, I’m willing to try anything.”
There could be no faulting the doctor’s commitment, Pe
Dedicated or crazy,Pe
“I feel so bloody helpless,” he said, shaking his head. “I just wish there was something I could do.” It was an odd sensation, especially considering the lingering anger and distrust he still felt toward the stricken Vulcan. He wondered what she might say to him if and when she ever awakened and was able to confront him about their joint sordid past and the conflicted feelings raging within him.