CHAPTER 282

DAY THIRTY-SIX

LEONIDAS I

Martin looked down on For'mya's sleeping face as she lay on the bed, the sheet covering her lower body, leaving her back and shoulders bare. Her golden colored blond hair was spread across the pillows, her soft lips open slightly. He stood next to the bed in full armor, his Nehtes secured to his right leg. The matte black body armor was new and clean, replacing the one he had been wearing for the last two days which had been torn open by a Coven Immortal and his sword. The wound had cut into the flesh of his back almost an inch, and extended for four inches along his side ending just below his armpit. He had refused to be evacuated at first, until Riall had told him in very plain language he would order the King forcibly returned to the ship if he did not get on the STRIKER For'mya was flying.