Chapter Twenty-Six.
The Unexpected Leader.
* Elisha's POV *
Protected by the muscular arms of my mate, we rest in the seat of the dead Lord Marshall's throne, sour bile climbs my throat as I scrub the Marshall's blood from the palm of my hand onto the leg of my unitard but that was nothing compared to the overwhelming feeling of pure terror that struck my chest as the entire population of Necromonger guards, Purifiers and others on-board this hovering ship, gathered in front of us but they do not say a thing and they do not try to kill us.
Calmly, they kneel and bow their heads in a respectful manor for a moment before they all, in unison, rise their heads, non of them stand up, instead they remain knelt and stared up at me. My throat dried up as they do not move, they remain silent as they watched me like a hawk waiting for something. I blinked furiously to make sure I wasn't day dreaming. I wasn't. I arch my head up to look at Riddick who also stares down at me, a slight smirk lined his lips.
"Why aren't they attacking us?" I whisper.
Riddick's smile grew slightly, his lips touched my forehead lightly transferring a blood rimmed kiss, "Because, my love, in this faith, you keep what you kill."
