movement, Kyro threw the male to the side, a sharp crack sounding as if some chitin plates were broken when the male’s body hit the other wall.
Shive hissed in pain.
The rage Kyro felt had him punching a hole in the wall beside him. His fist went right through, crumbling the material like paper.
Beside him, on the floor, the wide eyes of Shive caught his peripheral gaze as the male gaped at the hole.
“M’Agunt,” Kyro growled.
Eyes slicing to Shive, he spoke, “Follow me” as he began moving toward the door. “One wrong move and your face will be that wall.”
He was barely aware of Shive nodding before they exited the room.
M’Agunt made a mistake making a deal with one of the slimy Tasqals.
If they thought Evren was alone, that she wouldn’t have anyone fighting for her, they were in for a nasty surprise.
He wouldn’t stop till she was safe again. He didn’t care if that meant taking on the entire ship by himself.
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Rage.
Possessiveness.
Obsession.
All three channeled through him and the beings they passed on the street must have seen it all printed on his face because they parted, moving to the side as he stormed through on the way to his living quarters.
Behind him, Shive followed as told.
They had to move quickly.
Sending a message via datapad to the rest of his brothers, he told them to meet him in the conference room immediately. It was a Code 11. Once M’Agunt did the handoff, it would be near impossible retrieving Evren from the Tasqals. They needed to move now if there was any hope for a rescue.
And he would rescue her. Even if it was the last thing he did.
Entering his quarters, the door slid shut after Shive entered behind him. He was barely aware of Rokan’s confused stare, which promptly turned suspicious when he spotted Shive.
“Brother, is something the matter?”
Kyro was already moving through the space, throwing the gadgets he’d need into a bag. “They’ve taken her.”
“Her?” Rokan glanced between him and Shive. “The human?”
“Evren and yes, they’ve taken her.” Kyro pulled out a drawer full of gadgets, searching for the right one. He needed a distorter, a gadget that could distort a person’s cells so they appeared to be something else. He had a good feeling he was going to need one.
“Who took her?” Rokan moved from his seat to stand, his arms folding across his chest.
“The merchant called M’Agunt is a spy,” Shive offered. “He’s been feeding information to the Tasqals. He is taking the human to Messius Proctor Tracki.”
“The one they call His Excellence?” Rokan asked, his eyes widening almost imperceptibly. “And you know this how?”
“I’ve been keeping eyes on him ever since my team came upon some leaked information. He’s been trying to get close to the human since she arrived on the base.”
Rokan approached Shive, his face set in a snarl. “And you tell us this now?! When it is too late?!”
“I—”
Turning his attention to Kyro, Rokan said, “It is difficult to get in contact with Tracki. How do you intend to retrieve her?”
“It is not a question of how but when. M’Agunt has already left.” Kyro was moving toward the door without another word, his bag packed and hanging from his hand. In his waist were two blasters. “You,” he said to Shive. “Follow me.”
“I will come too, brother,” Rokan said, reaching for his blade. “You will need all the help you can get.”
“It’s not going to be easy just getting her back,” Shive said from behind him. Kyro didn’t bother to spare him a glance or acknowledge his statement as he headed to the gravity lift.
“She will be guarded,” Shive continued.
Turning so suddenly Shive had little time to move, Kyro spun, his arm closing around the chitinous male’s throat before Shive could blink.
“Let me worry about mine. I have not forgotten your stunt in the market. Don’t think that because you have offered me this information that you are safe now from my wrath.”
With much reluctance, Kyro released his hold on Shive. He wanted something to crush and Shive’s throat had felt perfect. Add to the fact that Shive was not completely innocent among them, he almost gave in to the bloodlust.
“You said M’Agunt is heading to his cargo ship.” Rokan spoke as they entered the lift.
“Yes,” Shive answered, rubbing his throat absently, his wary gaze not leaving Kyro.
“Where next?” He knew why Rokan was asking. They needed to know because there was no way he was going to catch the cargo ship now. By