Stealing Jia (Coletti Warlords #12) - Gail Koger Page 0,44
bared his fangs in a terrifying grin and released my hand. “Our tongues are able to sense molecular changes.”
“Didn’t know that, and what exactly are you looking for?”
To see if your change has started. It has not. I will take another sample in two days.”
“No, you won’t. Trayon will.”
“As you wish.” Sariel dropped me to the floor. “The sooner you are Askole, the harder you will be to kill.”
He had a point, but I hadn’t really thought about the changes that were going to occur. Holy Mother. Like tentacles, scales, and fangs. Ugh. A horrible thought struck me. “My hair! Am I going to lose my hair?”
“It serves no purpose.”
“I like my hair and I don’t want tentacles.”
“What you want is irrelevant. Once the conversion starts it is irreversible.”
Wonderful.
The door slid open and Bey crawled in.
“What are you doing here?”
“I have been instructed to guard the children while you attend the war council.”
I frowned. “But females aren’t allowed to attend the war council.”
“We have made an exception in your case. Please arrive at 1900 hours. Bring the Shani, we have questions for her too,” Sariel ordered and whizzed away.
Butterflies danced in my stomach. Did I finally have warrior status? I glanced down at my gauntlet. Merda! I only had fifteen minutes. I rushed into the bathroom tidied my hair and made sure I didn’t have any food stuck in my teeth or on my battle suit. Scooping up Chiara, I headed for the war room.
Chapter Fourteen
Chiara curled around my neck. “What do they want with us?”
“All I know is they’re planning their battle strategy to take out the Rodan base. My biggest concern is freeing the prisoners before they get blown to bits or the monsters eat them.”
“Do they want me to port a warrior?”
“Probably.”
“I can only port someone of your size. The warriors are too heavy,” Chiara confessed.
“What a shame. I guess they’ll have to send us in to save the day.”
Chiara brightened. “We can kill many Rodan.”
“And rescue Adam.”
A huge Askole with way too many tentacles stood guard in front of the war room door.
“They’re expecting me,” I informed the warrior politely.
The warrior refused to acknowledge me.
I let out a long breath and summoned an energy ball. “Do I have your attention now?”
“Females are not allowed in the war room,” the warrior sneered.
“Does he not know who you are?” Chiara asked in surprise.
“I don’t think he cares. I’m female and not worthy of his respect.” I narrowed my eyes at him. “Sariel summoned me. Now let me pass.”
“You know Sariel?”
“I do. He’s my father-in-law and your boss.”
“You are a soft skin,” the warrior scoffed.
My temper flared to life. “Gee, you’re so observant. Let me pass, or I’ll go around you.”
His tentacles stood out from his head in surprise. “You think you can defeat me?”
“I didn’t say anything about fighting you.” I smiled brightly at the moron. “I’ll simply have Chiara port us into the room.”
He eyed Chiara. “That would set off the internal security alerts.”
I nodded. “Just think of all the noise, confusion and warriors running every which way thinking we’re under attack and we’re not. Not to mention how unhappy it would make Trayon. What’s it going to be? The easy way or the hard way?”
The door whished open and Trayon stepped out. “The easy way.”
“Spoilsport.”
“This is my mate, Rakk.” Trayon placed his hand on the warrior’s shoulder and squeezed. “You will treat her with the proper respect.”
I watched as the color drained from Rakk’s scales. He dropped to one knee in obvious pain. “Yes, Commander. It will not happen again, Commander.”
“If it does, you will be babysitting the Tabor twins,” Trayon warned.
The look of horror on Rakk’s face had me giggling. It seemed the twins’ exploits had spread across the fleet.
Trayon gave me a stern look.
I fluttered my eyelashes at him.
“Unless you want females to be permanently banned, you will behave yourself,” Trayon advised on our private link.”
I crossed my heart. “I’ll be a good little girl.”
“That I doubt.” Trayon held out his hand.
I took it and as I passed Rakk, I said, “You’re lucky you still have your tentacles. Chiara finds them quite tasty.”
Chiara hissed at him.
“Do not torment my warriors,” Trayon growled.
“Where’s the fun in that?” My eyes widened as I took in the war room. It was basically a conference room like you would find on Earth, except one wall held a slew of blood-stained antique swords. The other walls held scanners and viewscreens. An assortment of Coletti, Askole, Farin and Alliance warriors