Kyro - A.G. Wilde Page 0,88

to death. She only knew he was still alive because his bloodied eye moved as his agony-filled gaze followed her.

“Let me go!” she screamed again, thrashing in their arms even though she knew it wouldn’t yield favorable results.

The sight of M’Agunt was burned in her brain. He was an evil she was happy she didn’t get the chance to know just how much. But for him to die like that was horrific, to say the least.

What kind of being would sanction such a thing?

As her eyes rose to the ship she was approaching, her gaze caught the High Tasqal standing at the top in front of the large doors.

She could feel his eyes on her...hear its laughter in its throat.

That’s just it. She knew what sort of being would do such evil...she was looking right at him.

If the devil was real, he was it.

Fear gripped her.

Was this it? Was this how she was going to finally die?

And before she’d had a chance to tell him a proper goodbye...

The image of Kyro flashed in her mind as tears welled in her eyes.

He probably didn’t even know what had happened to her. He probably thought she’d left for the Hub. He’d never find out that she’d turned back for him.

He’d never know how much she cared.

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The ride to Klepna 89 took forever but he was finally there.

Kyro straightened against the side of a cargo ship, his eyes and ears peeled for any disturbances that would give his position away.

He reckoned that M’Agunt had docked about three hours before he arrived. If he wasn’t quick enough, he wouldn’t make it before the tradeoff was completed.

On the far end of the dock was one Tasqal ship, its white outer surface making it shine among the other dull-looking ships.

It wasn’t hard to spot.

Clenching his jaw, he made his way through the shadows.

The only beings hovering around the docked ships on this end would be engineers. Still, the fewer people that saw him the better.

He was alone. The element of surprise was one of his weapons.

As he moved through the dock, he kept his eyes to the skies as well, noting the arriving shuttles.

Even though Klepna 89 was a lawless planet, he had doubted the Tasqals would arrive in one of their official vessels. But they had. His so-called Excellence didn’t seem to care even though he was working alongside a member of the Restitution.

After all, M’Agunt’s allegiance to them was still not known to the rebel alliance.

If word got out, M’Agunt would not be able to return to the base.

He assumed the Tasqals needed as many spies as they could get, but apparently, Tracki didn’t care about M’Agunt.

That meant he needed to keep alert.

The Tasqals could never be trusted. There was no telling what Tracki was really up to.

As he neared the large ship, the sound of a commotion caught his ears and Kyro hastened his steps.

Creeping toward the sound, he put himself into position so he could survey the scene.

It was just as he feared.

Tracki would leave no survivors.

The Hedgerud fighters were making quick work of the Kleeba. Even though the Kleeba were twice their size, there was no way for them to win. They were outnumbered.

To the right, his breath caught in his throat as he saw M’Agunt wrap his tentacles around Evren, pulling her backward with him.

He could feel his skin bristle; the temptation to shift into a beast was quite strong.

He needed to save her.

The gadgets he’d gathered were useless at the moment. His only weapon would be himself.

Could he take her now? There were probably over twenty guards, many of them standing and watching idly.

If he risked trying to rescue her now, the odds were not in his favor.

He reckoned he could probably take out five or six before the others intervened but then he’d still be outnumbered.

He couldn’t leave her to fend for herself after that. There were many evils dwelling on Klepna 89, the Tasqal just one of them.

He needed to be there till the end when she returned to the base safely.

A howl from M’Agunt caught his ear and he watched as Evren was thrown to the ground. A growl rumbled in his chest as he saw two fighters grip her before she could even run and began pulling her toward the Tasqal ship.

It was now or never.

Pulling the distorter from his bag, he slipped it over his wrist before punching in the code for the image he wanted to portray.

In what was only a few seconds,