Kyro - A.G. Wilde Page 0,83

move back a little.

A tentacle emerged and came against her cheeks, the touch soft as M’Agunt moved his limb down her face.

“Such a strange-looking beast,” he said, his grin disappearing so suddenly it almost made her shiver. “Your kind is hideous. It is unclear to me why His Excellence wants you so badly.”

So he wasn’t abducting her for himself?

She’d thought this whole abduction was because she’d been avoiding his advances. There was another player involved?

Things were getting a bit complicated and she didn’t like that.

“His Excellence?”

M’Agunt’s eyes focused on hers and the look in them was chilling. There was coldness there. Such coldness and derision.

“I guess it doesn’t hurt letting you know now.” The corners of his lips turned up slightly. “Messius Proctor Tracki. Your master. You will be reunited with him shortly.”

“I have no master,” she bit out.

“Oh, but you do. The High Tasqals are all of our masters.” M’Agunt grinned. Behind him, she heard one of the yeti-aliens grunt.

M’Agunt’s words felt like cold water running down her back. The Tasqals? He was taking her back to the Tasqals?

No.

Not after she’d been rescued from them. Not after she’d had a chance at a life of freedom. The last thing she wanted to do was to get herself caught within their clutches once more. She knew what they were capable of and, at this point, they must only want her for one thing.

M’Agunt must have seen the thoughts fly through her head because he began to chuckle, the sound low underneath the flaps of skin at his throat.

“What do they want from me?”

M’Agunt made a movement as if he shrugged. “How should I know what they would want from such a hideous, weak species?”

As suddenly as he shrugged, his face transformed into another one of his grins. Moving close to her, his face so close she could smell his rancid breath, his eyes traveled down her face.

“What do they want from me?” he mocked. His eyes took on a dark sheen as he looked into hers as his grin dropped. “You are not worth anything else. They only want you for one thing...your cunt.”

Fuck. Him.

Pulling her head back, she launched it forward as hard as she could, slamming her forehead into M’Agunt’s nose.

With a cry, M’Agunt fell backward, a tentacle covering his face as his angry eyes turned on her.

“You dare to wound me!”

She didn’t bother to say that the wound was minor compared to what she wanted to do to him. The cutting instrument was still nestled against her spine.

She’d go down fighting rather than be taken back to the vile Tasqals.

“Fuck you.” She struggled against the restraints.

“Restrain her!” M’Agunt shouted, tentacle still nursing his nose.

The yeti-alien behind him turned his bored gaze to the other and then back to M’Agunt.

“The jekin is already restrained.”

M’Agunt groaned in frustration. “Yet, it still managed to wound me!” He glared at his accomplice.

“You!” he said, turning back to her. “You will wish you hadn’t done that.” Eyes narrowing, his mouth curved into a terrifying grin. “No physical wounds, His Excellence said. But we have another way to break you.” His voice took on a taunting intonation and Evren couldn’t help that her breathing rate increased a little.

What the fuck did he have planned?

“We must break you. His Excellence demands it.” M’Agunt stood, stretching a tentacle to a compartment above them to retrieve something. “His Excellence needs you broken for his ministrations when we arrive.” He turned back to face her, a small, circular patch at the end of his tentacle. “Broken and ready for his swelling cock, just as you jekins should be.”

His words were like poison for she felt the bile rising in her throat.

As he approached her with the patch, she tried to scoot back but was held fast by the yeti-alien close by her.

“Inject her with the serum.”

What?

She had just enough time to turn before she saw the needle going into her arm.

M’Agunt approached and stuck the patch to her temple, pressing it against her skin even as her knees began to go weak.

She tried to struggle but she couldn’t move. Whatever they’d injected her with took all the strength from her muscles.

“Activate it,” M’Agunt said. “Let her remember.”

“Mama?” Evren heard herself call.

Her voice sounded different.

Opening her eyes, she paused.

Where was she?

There were trees everywhere.

Trees. Shrubs. Vines. Roots.

This couldn’t be right.

This looked exactly like...

No.

The terror crawling up her spine had her standing on shaky feet to look around her.

No.

Her heartbeat was pounding in her head so hard; she could