Razor's Traitorous Heart: The Alliance Book 2 (12 page)

Razor’s huge body stilled. A primeval urge
to kill the male swept through him at the mention of Kali. Badrick
must have sensed the danger he was in because he took a defensive
step closer to the door. Razor followed the other male’s
movements.

“How?” He gritted out in a low, dangerous
voice. “How can Kali be used to end the conflict?”

Badrick swallowed nervously, glancing back
and forth between Cutter, who raised an eyebrow at him, and the
rigid face of Razor.

“She… Allen wants her. He will use her to
force Parks to concede to him,” Badrick replied. “He just needs
some way to force Parks into negotiating with him. He assured me
that if he had Kali Parks, that her brother would cease
fighting.”

Razor stepped forward. His fists clenched
and unclenched at his side as he fought for control. His gut was
telling him that Badrick was telling him the truth, but not all of
it. There was more behind Allen’s desire to get his hands on
Kali.

“I want a detailed list of all weapons given
to Allen,” he snapped in fury. “You have put the lives of my men in
danger by supplying weapons that can be used against us. I want to
know what they have, where they got them and what you discussed
with both men.”

Kali blinked several times as she woke. A
frown creased her brow as she tried to figure out where in the hell
she was. She moved her right shoulder expecting to feel the intense
pain in her back from the cut she had received when she went
through the window but all she felt was a slight tenderness
and...

She gasped when she turned her head and
found a set of dark, yellow-gold eyes staring intently at her.
Shock swept through her before fear and fury took its place.
Razor... his name was enough to send a shaft of fear through her,
as well as another emotion she didn’t quite understand.

She nervously licked her lips. “Where am I
and what in the hell are you doing here?” She demanded in a husky
voice.

She would have climbed out of the bed in
fury when she saw his lips twitch in amusement, but another
realization swept through her that froze her in place. She wasn’t
wearing any clothes, none, nada, completely bare. That alone was
enough to keep her frozen in place. Her eyes flickered down to his
chest. A rosy blush flushed her face as she realized that she might
not be the only one who was bare as the day they were born.

“You are at a temporary base set up for our
use. You were going into shock from blood loss and needed immediate
medical attention,” he replied, rolling onto his side so he was
facing her.

“Fine, I’m healed. Now, explain what in the
hell you are doing in the same bed as me,” she choked out as the
sheet slipped lower.

Yep, something tells me he isn’t wearing
anything below the covers,
she thought with a combination of
dread and curiosity.

She scooted further back until her back was
pressed against the wall behind her. Pulling the sheet tighter
around her, she rolled onto her side so she was facing him as well.
Her eyes briefly flickered past him to scan the room. It was very
basic. A small table, a couple of chairs, a bathroom and the bed.
Overall, it was very simple and functional.

The corner of his mouth curved upward as he
caught her covert scrutiny of the room. Even if she tried to
escape, she wouldn’t get far with the weather outside. He raised
his hand to brush a small strand of her hair that had fallen
forward back behind her ear. A rumble of displeasure escaped him
when she jerked away from him.

“You were cold, I was tired, the answer was
simple,” he replied, dropping his hand to the bed between them.
“You are in my personal quarters.”

“Why?” Kali asked with a confused frown as
her eyes narrowed on his wrist that was lying against the pristine
white sheets. She glanced at her wrist and her eyes widened even
further. “What is this?” She asked, frightened, holding her wrist
out in front of her.

*.*.*

Razor watched as she struggled to sit up.
She kept the flat sheet tucked around her as she twisted until she
was
sitting on her knees. One hand held
the sheet protectively against her while she stared at the
intricate patterns of his language that graced her right wrist.

He twisted, sitting up on the edge of the
bed as well. The bedspread fell to lay across his lap. Frustration
ate at him as he studied her fearful expression. Dark brown eyes
lifted to his. He could see the panic in them as she held her wrist
up.

“What is this?” She demanded again. “What
does it mean?”

Razor’s eyes hardened with determination as
he gazed back at her. He rose to his feet, letting the cover fall
away as he reached for his trousers laying across a chair near the
table. He kept his back to her while he stepped into them and
pulled them up. He didn’t bother fastening them all the way.

Running his hand through his hair, he turned
back toward the bed. Kali had taken advantage of his turned back to
slide off the end of the bed as well. The sheet was wrapped tightly
around her and she was rubbing at first one wrist, then the other
in an effort to remove his mark.

“They will not come off,” he replied
quietly.

Kali raised her troubled eyes to his face.
“What is it? What does it mean? Is it some form of alien tracking
device?” She asked, worry and fear clearly evident in her
expression and voice.

“It is my mark. It means you belong to me as
I belong to you,” he responded in a soft voice. “I am Razor. I
belong to Kali as she belongs to me. Forever will I tie my life to
hers. I will care for, protect and give my seed only to her. She is
my
Amate
. She is my life. I have taken you as mine, Kali.
For always.”

A look of growing horror twisted her face
even as she shook her head in denial. Her lips trembled as she
stared at him. Her eyes darted to his wrists as he held them up for
her to see the marks circling them before they dropped to her
own.

“No,” she whispered in distress before
raising her eyes to his again with growing anger. “No! I do not
belong to you. I do not want you. I will
not
accept you,”
she continued in a voice that grew louder as her anger grew. “I
want you to have it removed.”

Razor strode forward, ignoring how she
stumbled backwards. He pressed his hands on the wall on each side
of her head. A burning jealousy ripped through him. He remembered
the way the human male had held her and how she had called for him
when he had taken her.

“I will not remove it. You are mine,” he
said grimly. “You will come to accept me. I will do everything in
my power to protect and care for you. No longer will you live in
fear and danger. Twice! Twice I watched as you almost died. Three
if I count that stupid stunt of yours the night we met. I will not
allow you to put yourself in danger. I cannot.” His voice dropped
to a darker, husky tone as he continued. “Nor will I allow another
male to take you from me. You are mine,
fi’ta
.”

He swallowed her gasp of denial as he
pressed his lips against hers. His hands moved to cup her face so
she could not turn away just as his body caged her between him and
the wall. He drank deeply, kissing her over and over until he felt
her tremble and begin to respond to him. Only then did he change
the kiss to one that was more exploratory. After several long
minutes, he slowly released her lips and ran his hands down along
her side to pull her against him.

“Yes,” he groaned as he ran his nose along
her cheek. “You make me feel things inside, my
fi’ta
. You
have started a fire that is threatening to engulf me.”

It took a moment for him to feel the
dampness against his skin as he rubbed his nose and lips along her
cheek. His hand tightened slightly on her hip. He pulled back as
the salty taste touched his senses. Tears glittered on her
eyelashes. A second tear escaped to make a jagged path down her
cheek. The single drop clung to her chin, drawing his hand up to
capture it.

“No,” she whispered, gazing up at him with a
heartbreaking despondency in her eyes. “No.”

*.*.*

Razor stood in his office staring out at the
thick snow that was falling. The dip in the weather matched his
mood. He raised the glass of dark red liquor to his lips and drank
deeply. His thoughts on the human female in his quarters.

Her rejection of him felt like he had taken
a blast from a laser rifle directly to his chest. If it wasn’t for
the fact that he could feel his heart beating he would have
wondered if he still had one. He raised the glass once more even as
the reflection of Cutter came into view behind him.

“Information from the
Journey
states
the storm should dissipate in three to four days. I’ve also put a
guard on Badrick,” he commented as he walked over to the small bar
and poured a drink. “The bastard is up to something.”

Razor didn’t respond at first. He already
knew both pieces of information. Badrick had tried to leave, but
the weather prohibited any transports from lifting off. At the
moment, he was limited to ground transport and communications. He
was being surprisingly silent about both.

“I want a meeting with Parks,” he said.

Cutter walked over to stand next to him.
They both stood silent for several long minutes, lost in their own
thoughts. Razor finished the drink in his hand. He needed
information. Information on human females. Information on stubborn,
hard-headed females who refused to listen, who were fierce and
proud. He needed help from someone who had experience with such a
female. He needed to talk to his younger brother, Hunter.

Turning, he glanced at Cutter. “I want you
to go back through every transmission Badrick has made in the last
two years. I want to know who he contacted, who contacted him and
where he has been. You are right, he is up to something and I want
to know what it is,” he ordered.

Cutter tossed back the drink in his hand. A
dark smile curved his lips. He had never liked the bastard. It
would be interesting to see what the male was trying to cover
up.

“I’ll work on both. I may know someone who
can lead me to Parks. I’ll also do some research on Councilman
Badrick’s personal files,” he said, turning toward the door. “I’ll
report my findings as soon as possible.”

“Very good,” Razor said distractedly.
“Cutter.”

Cutter turned as he opened the door to look
back. “Yes?”

“Ask Patch to stop by my office in an hour,”
Razor ordered.

“Are you unwell?” Cutter asked in
concern.

Razor glanced over his shoulder and shook
his head once. “I am fine. I just need to speak with him.”

Cutter paused before he nodded his head.
“I’ll let him know.”

Razor waited until Cutter closed the door
before he walked over to his desk. Sitting down, he swiped his hand
over the console before inputting his pass code. Touching the
private communications link, he brought up his brother Hunter’s
call number. It took several long minutes before the link connected
through the communication stations that had been dispatched between
their worlds.

“Speak,” Hunter’s deep voice ordered.

“I need your assistance,” Razor replied in
greeting. His eyes narrowed on the sleeping form of the small child
resting on his brother’s shoulder. “He is growing fast.”

Hunter shifted his son, Lyon, onto his left
shoulder and gently patted his back. Pride and warmth shone in his
eyes as he stared back at Razor. He was covering many of his older
brother’s duties while he was gone, as well as his own duties as
part of the founding family of Julumont. He was part of the
governing board and oversaw the safety of the region.

“He is,” Hunter replied in a voice that was
softer. “What do you need? I have everything under control here.
The fighting in the Tellamon region is under control.”

“What of Dagger? Has he been located yet?”
Razor asked.

Hunter’s face tightened into a stony mask.
His eyes flickered over his shoulder as another figure came through
the doorway. Razor watched as his brother turned toward the female
entering the room. Shy eyes glanced at him and a nervous smile
crossed his new sister’s face as she brushed a kiss across Hunter’s
lips.

“Hello Razor,” Jesse called out quietly.
“How is Earth? Is there still a lot of conflict?”

“Greetings, Jesse,” Razor said, bowing his
head. “There are fewer and fewer each day. Lyon is growing. Is he
walking yet?”

Jesse’s face lit up as she turned her gaze
on her son. “Yes and he is into everything! We have to watch him
constantly or he’ll disappear.”

Razor studied the changes in his new
sister’s face. He had been doubtful when he first heard that his
younger brother had taken a human as an
Amate
. While he’d
had limited contact with her, his parents frequently kept him
abreast of what was going on. The pride and admiration in their
voices laid to rest many of his doubts about the success of their
union. A smile curved his lips as he remembered some of the amusing
tales of his youngest new sister.

“How are Jordan and Taylor doing? They have
settled in well, I hope. Father said Taylor had graduated from her
basics and applied for advanced training,” he remarked
politely.

Jesse’s eyes grew sad and she bit her lip,
looking at Hunter for several seconds. A silent look passed between
his brother and his
Amate
proving that all was not well.
Razor’s eyes sharpened as he noted Jesse’s suddenly pale complexion
and Hunter’s stony look.

“What is it?” He demanded sharply. “Has
something happened to the little one?”

“No, nothing has happened to Taylor though I
am expecting Saber to strangle her any day,” Hunter replied
heavily. “Jesse, please take Lyon while I talk to Razor.”