Part 40 (1/2)
”Yes, I see the contestants. What of it?” Mother Chundra snapped.
”What of it is Tragar is going to kill Daro in the first five minutes. He's a trained a.s.sa.s.sin with hundreds of kills under his belt and Daro is a pediatrician. They're not evenly matched at all!”
The High Priestess sniffed. ”That is not my problem.”
”But...don't you care that Daro will die?” Emily demanded. ”You handpicked him to come here as a candidate and he gave up his whole life to answer your call.”
”Which is only as it should be.” Mother Chundra lifted her chin and looked down her nose at Emily. ”I am the Head of the Holy Council. My word is law.”
”Right,” Emily muttered. G.o.d, she couldn't believe the power trip this woman was on! Still, she tried to keep her anger in check. ”But Daro doesn't deserve to die-he's a really nice, upstanding, honorable guy.”
”Not nice' enough, apparently, for you to want him as your chosen mate,” the High Priestess said sarcastically.
”Well, no. He's not Tragar. I told you when I came here that we were already together. I can't-”
”The solution to this problem is simple,” the High Priestess snapped, cutting her off. ”Renounce your intention to bond with that filthy a.s.sa.s.sin and return to the Sacred Grove to continue your bonding ceremony with Daro.”
”You know I can't do that,” Emily said. ”Tragar and I are meant to be together. He found me on my home planet light years from here where there has never been a single Khalla before. He saved me. Please, just try to understand.”
”No, you understand me.” Mother Chundra stabbed a long, boney finger in Emily's face. ”Either accept Daro as your chosen mate or watch him get slaughtered before your eyes. Those are your only choices.”
Emily felt her eyes starting to burn as the other came forward.
”Don't you care at all that an innocent life will be lost just because you can't have your way? Are you really that heartless?” she demanded, the voice of the other coming from her lips. Emily found she didn't mind though-they were in complete agreement about this.
”The conflict is about to begin. Go and find a seat, Khalla-to-be. Your whining bores me.” Mother Chundra waved her away.
Numbly, Emily left the High Priestess and went to Tragar.
He stopped making the short, deadly practice swings and gave her his whole attention.
”What is it, my Khalla? Your eyes are golden-are you all right?”
”She won't do it,” Emily said, feeling like she might cry tears of pure rage. ”She won't call it off. She doesn't care if Daro gets killed.”
”So the High Priestess refuses to cry off the Conflict.” Daro came up to them, the spiked sword held loosely in one hand. ”Forgive me,” he added. ”I could not help overhearing.”
Tragar sighed. ”Emily here fears for your safety.”
”As well she should.” Daro nodded gravely. ”Even if I had spent the last five years training instead of practicing medicine, I still would not like my odds against a member of the Verrak.”
”Daro, what are you saying?”
The soft voice was familiar-Lit'aal. Emily groaned inwardly when she saw that the little priestess had crept up behind them to listen in.
Daro sighed and put an arm around Lit'aal's slight shoulders.
”I am only saying that now may be a good time for us to say our goodbyes, Lit'aal.”
”What? No!” She shook her head, her indigo eyes wide. ”No, you can't give up like that! You can't-I won't let you. I...” Her lips trembled and her eyes filled with tears. ”I love you, Daro! I didn't have the courage to admit it before but it's true-it's true.”
”I love you, too,” he said gently. ”I am sorry we could not have more time together.”
”Oh my G.o.d...” Emily put her head in her hands. ”Oh, Tragar-I don't think I can do this!”
”Do you wish me to step down? To let you...” His throat worked as though he was forcing the words out. ”To let you bond with another?”
Emily opened her mouth but Daro spoke before she could answer.
”No!” He shook his head firmly. ”No, you must not do that.” He looked at Emily. ”I want to tell you how inspired I was by your actions in the Sacred Grove this morning. You would rather choose death than being bonded to the wrong person.” He lifted his chin. ”I feel the same way. Though being a chosen mate to a Khalla is a great honor, I would rather die than be with anyone but the female I love.” He squeezed Lit'all's shoulders and she burst into fresh sobs.
Tragar nodded, a look of respect gleaming in his golden eyes.
”You speak truth from the heart, my Brother. Though we cannot avoid this conflict, I give you my oath as a Kindred and as a member of the Verrak that your death will be swift and painless.”
”Thank you.” Daro held out his hand and Tragar took it in a warrior's clasp. They gripped hard for a moment, each male's fingers digging into the other's forearm.
”I salute your courage,” Tragar told him.
”And I, yours.” Daro nodded.
”Enough of this endless talking!” The voice of the High Priestess rang out, interrupting the solemn moment. ”This Conflict must begin soon. I have noticed that the Khalla-to-be's eyes are glowing gold steadily now. She must have a chosen mate very soon!”
”Fine,” Tragar growled, throwing her an angry look. ”We will begin.”
He released Daro's arm and the two stepped back and faced each other. Feeling wretched, Emily put her arm around Lit'aal's shaking shoulders and led her back to the benches. Somehow she got the sobbing girl seated beside her and found that Kate, the girl with the curly red hair was on her other side.
”What was that all about?” Kate murmured from the corner of her mouth.
”Mother Chundra-the High Priestess-could stop this with a word but she won't,” Emily muttered back, her eyes never leaving the arena where Tragar and Daro were circling each other warily. ”She's determined that I should be with Daro but he's in love with Lit'aal here and of course, I can't be with anyone but Tragar.”
”Of course not,” Kate said sympathetically. ”He found you in the first place, right?”
”Yes. Well, I mean, he was supposed to kill me,” Emily said in a low voice. ”But he couldn't. At first because of biology and the way Beast Kindred feel about a Khalla and then later because, well, we fell in love.” She gave the other girl a sidelong glance. ”I know that sounds like the worst case of Stockholm syndrome ever-falling in love with your a.s.sa.s.sin slash kidnapper-but you have to understand Tragar. He's had a terrible past and he's so sweet and kind and-”
”Deadly,” Kate finished for her in an awed voice.
Emily looked up and saw that the battle was in full swing now. Tragar and Daro were circling each other, their weapons flying in sweeping arcs. Tragar moved with ease and skill, deflecting every blow the other Kindred threw at him with hardly any effort at all. His own blade was a blur but as yet, he hadn't even attacked. He was simply moving around the arena as Daro hacked and slashed desperately, trying to find an opening.
But there was no opening to find. Emily had never been a big fan of action movies-fight scenes bored her to tears. But even to her untrained eyes, Tragar's technique was fluid, flawless...and deadly, just as Kate had said. The air was filled with the sound of metal on metal and sparks flew from their blades every time they met. But try as he might, Daro couldn't make any headway.
Tragar fought silently, a look of intense concentration on his face. As they watched, he made a sudden move, too fast to see, and Daro's spiked blade went flying and landed harmlessly in the gra.s.s several feet away. The sun glinted off it, blinding Emily for a moment.
Daro scrambled for his sword but again, Tragar was too quick for him. In another fluid move, he was behind the other Kindred with his sword pressed to his throat.
”Oh G.o.d,” she breathed too softly for the weeping Lit'aal to hear. ”He's going to die-Tragar is going to kill him.”