"W. Michael Gear - Forbidden Borders 2 - Relic of Empire" - читать интересную книгу автора (Gear W Michael)

VetтАЩs dark brows knit in a brooding frown. тАЬThe Emperor is dead. Most of the Councillors and
Government Ministers have been arrested for corruption.

WeтАЩre on the verge of chaos unless some order is imposed.тАЭ
Anatolia watched as an angry young woman shouted and waved. People backed away from her. For a
brief instant, the woman looked into the camera, her auburn hair in a wild tangle about her beautiful face.
For that moment, her feral amber eyes locked with AnatoliaтАЩs blue ones. Relax, she canтАЩt see you. It was
mere chance that she looked up just then. Tension constricted her breast.

Anatolia gasped as the woman on the street used an illegal blaster to blow a hole in the tactite window of
the small clothing store across the boulevard. One by one, she blew out the security doors of the
businesses that lined the opposite side of the street. The mob swarmed in, looting, fighting over the goods
they tore from the shelves.

тАЬWhereтАЩd she get the blaster?тАЭ Vet asked, grabbing for his comm set to call it in.

тАЬWhat if sheтАЩd tried that on our building?тАЭ

тАЬYeah ... well, just hope she doesnтАЩt. I heard they killed all the people they caught in the Revenue
Building. Hacked the men apart and threw the pieces around. What they did to the women. . . .тАЭ

Anatolia shivered as her eyes narrowed. A woman burst from one of the doorways, screaming as a
pack of men raced after her, pulling her down, ripping her clothes off .

Anatolia looked away. WouldnтАЩt anyone go to that wretched womanтАЩs aid? Had all semblance of order
died with noble Tybalt? Her heart raced for the second time that night.

Staffa kar Therma cried out in the instant before he jerked awake.

тАЬWhatтАЩs wrong?тАЭ Skyla asked in a hushed whisper, her fingers instinctively seeking the holstered blaster
that hung on the headboard.

The lights brightened as the sensors picked up not only movement, but speech. Skyla needed but a
glance to know. Another nightmare. They stalked StaffaтАЩs sleep, insidious, hanging just beyond the veil of
the Lord CommanderтАЩs consciousness.

Staffa shivered; the action bunched the thick muscles on his chest and shoulders. His long black hair lay
in a tangle around his head. He blinked and his thin lips narrowed as he worked his mouth. Perspiration
gleamed on his high forehead and tense, strongjawed face.

тАЬAll right?тАЭ she asked.

He ran a hand over his sweaty face and pressed thumb and forefinger against the bridge of his long
straight nose before glancing at Skyla with deadly gray eyes as she sat up beside him. A thin Myklenian
silk sheet slipped down to drape over her smooth pale flesh. She placed a reassuring hand on his
sunblackened skin, marveling at the contrast in tones.

They lay on a four-posted sleeping platform, bodies entwined in delicate fabrics. The bed itself had been
carved from the finest sandwood, and an elegant canopy of sheer fabric separated the light into rainbow
patterns. Viridian carpet covered the floor of the spacious sleeping quarters, while the walls, paneled in