be escaping.” The Gegenee waved his multiple arms. “Stop dem.”
Valentin hesitated, looking back at Nancy.
“Hurry.” She ushered him out the door. Gunfire sounded. “Truth?”
“Run, beautiful.” His form shuddered as he returned fire. “I have to increase my kill rate and then I’ll be right behind you.”
He had to—what?
“You’re not well.” And she shouldn’t wait for him. But she also couldn’t abandon him. He was facing a chamber filled with angry warriors because of her. “I’m fighting beside you.”
“She is definitely your female.” Truth’s friend shook his head.
“You’re fighting behind me.” Her cyborg widened his stance. “I would appreciate it if you don’t shoot me in the ass.”
Her gaze lowered. He had a nice ass.
“Are you speaking to me or to your female?” His friend drew his guns.
“I don’t appreciate any projectiles in the ass.” Truth laughed.
How they could joke while facing possible death, she didn’t know. Nancy raised her guns.
“Get them.” Warriors roared. The sound of gunfire increased. Projectiles whizzed by her.
She moved to the right. Truth moved with her. She moved to the left. He did the same. Wherever she positioned herself, he remained in front of her. His big body shuddered and shook.
There were no clear shots she could make without hitting him. “Cyborg.” She growled with frustration.
“I’ll replay the footage when we reach your ship, beautiful.” Truth’s voice lilted with glee. “You’ll want to see it. I’m doubling Dissent’s kill rate.”
“Frag you, D Model.” His friend shot faster.
The two males were competing against each other. Some of Nancy’s guilt over not helping them eased. Every being she shot was one less being they could add to their count.
She would protect his tight ass, would kill any beings who entered the beverage outlet.
No one ran through the doors.
Fewer and fewer projectiles flew past her.
“We’re running out of warriors.” Truth sounded disappointed.
“There are plenty of warriors to shoot on the assignment one has offered you.” She shook her head, not realizing that was a desired feature.
“Why didn’t you say that before now, beautiful?” Truth backed up. “Dissent, the rest of the warriors are yours. I have to kill beings with my female.”
“You’re a lucky bag of bolts, D Model.” His friend continued shooting.
“I—” Whatever Nancy planned to say was lost to astonishment as Truth picked her up, slung her over his right shoulder, and ran with her.
The doors opened and closed around them. Falling ash brushed against her face. Her hood dropped to her shoulders.
Her surroundings blurred. That was how fast he was moving.
“Put one down.” She kicked her legs, smacked his back with the guns she clutched in her gloved hands. Something wet soaked through her garments. “And why are you sticky?” She looked at her leather-clad fingers. “Is that blood?”
Engines rumbled in the distance, that noise growing louder and louder with every heartbeat.
“Tell me that isn’t your blood.” The thought of her cyborg being hurt made her want to return to the beverage outlet and kill more beings.
“I can’t tell you that.” His voice showed no indication he was under any strain, yet he was carrying her and running at a terrifying speed. “Cyborgs can’t lie.”
Stars. It was his blood.
“Put me down before you hurt yourself more.” She holstered her guns. “I’m heavy and—”
“You’re not heavy. At all.” Truth laughed. “You’re tiny.”
“I’m average-sized,” she retorted. Most Royaume females were her height.
“Nothing about you is average, beautiful.” He stopped, the abrupt halt causing her stomach to heave.
Claude stood beside their ship. “Princess?” He gaped at them.
“I have our princess.” Truth, disrespectful as always, hefted her higher as though she was a prize he had won. “Don’t dawdle, Claude.” His voice lilted with humor as he carried her into the ship. “The doors are closing.”
Her guard muttered, hurrying up the ramp behind them.
“You’re impossible.” Nancy wiggled, lowering herself until her breasts were pressed against Truth’s chest and his arms were strapped under her ass.
Streams of crimson flowed down his body armor. She followed the rivulets upward.
His handsome countenance was marred with deep red grooves. In some places, she saw the hint of silver. His black hair appeared to be parted with projectiles.
Her world spun around her.
“Was increasing your kill rate worth this?” She hovered her fingertips above his wounds.
“Protecting you was worth it, Princess.” He smacked one of his palms against a control panel. The ramp receded and the doors closed. The male operated her ship as though it belonged to him. “But I did increase my kill rate by twenty-one beings.” His smile was smug. “I love this