Prideful Savage (A Warrior's Redemption #1) - Miranda Bridges Page 0,13

again.

Then I’m dizzy as Bravik spins us to the right. A chair flies through the space where we were just standing, and my lips part in shock. I whip my head around, further exacerbating my unsettled equilibrium, to find the Incarus males fighting the Kejels while Emji pummels a customer who is also part of the fray. I’d laugh at the comical scene if it weren’t serious.

Chaos rains around me, but the second Bravik takes my chin between his fingers, I’m solely focused on him. He raises my head just an inch so that our gazes meet.

“Are you hurt?” He gives me a once-over, and the hint of a frown pulls at his mouth. “I saw you grimace in pain.”

I blink up at him, stupefied. He’s been watching me this whole time? That can’t be right.

After swallowing deep, I shake my head. “I’m fine.”

“Very good.”

A patron sprints in Bravik’s direction, and I suck in a breath. “Behind you!”

The Incarus moves with swift dexterity, his large fists crunching bones and splitting lips in rapid, flawless succession. I grab the leg of a broken chair and lift it above my head, ready to assist should Bravik need help.

He doesn’t.

It’s almost unbelievable how quickly he disables the other male. After that, Bravik darts his gaze from side to side in a quick assessment before he’s clasping our hands together and pulling me behind him, forcing me to drop my makeshift weapon. “Kalach! Stop.”

The giant Incarus doesn’t hear Bravik, or he doesn’t care to follow his order. Kalach’s face is a mask of unadulterated fury that has my heart racing in fear. The Kejel he’s choking claws at him, but it doesn’t come close to penetrating Kalach’s concentration, his intent to kill.

If the desire to murder had a scent, it’d be permeating the air.

Ezarith and the nameless Incarus rush to his side, and it takes both of them to get Kalach to see reason. And by “get Kalach to see reason,” I mean they have to physically pry his hands away. Once he comes to his senses, Kalach bops the Kejel on the head, and he sinks into a heap on the floor, joining the rest of his incapacitated brethren.

“Everyone leave!” Emji hollers. “Ella, come here now. And you,” he says, glaring at Bravik, “let go of my slave and get out.”

Bravik quirks a brow at him and then brings his attention to me. His hand is hot, much warmer than mine, and I can feel it more than ever because he doesn’t release me. Emji heads in our direction but stops when Ezarith blocks his path. Despite the fact he’s not as tall, Emji comes to a halt. There’s something deadly about the Incarus, and it isn’t just their good looks.

I take a deep breath to still the adrenaline running through me. So much has happened, and I need a quiet moment to process it all, as well as deal with the ramifications. I may not have been at fault for any of this, but Emji won’t see it that way.

“I’m grateful for your help, but you should go,” I say to Bravik, my voice low enough for only him to hear. “The Enforcers are probably almost here, and I would hate for you to get caught because of me.”

I also need him to leave so that I can hide in the washroom. If the Enforcers find me, then they will “confiscate” me, since I’m believed to be property of the Galactic Court.

Bravik lowers his head, bringing his face closer to mine. The flints of gold in his eyes are easily seen with him so near. “You do not wish me to be harmed?”

“No.” I gently tug my hand, but he keeps his claim on it. “I don’t want you to get arrested.”

“You mean you don’t want us to get arrested.”

I purse my lips, unsure why he emphasized that word. “Yes,” I say slowly. “You and your men should go before it’s too late.”

He shakes his head as though I’m an errant child. “You will be coming as well.”

“I can’t.” I point to the ankle monitor, knowing it’s still blinking and fully functioning. There hasn’t been a time when it wasn’t, no matter how much I tinkered with it. “This will give away my location.”

Bravik smirks, and my mouth falls open. The expression is sexy, playful, and arrogant, all rolled into one. And from the way I’m acting, you’d think I’d never seen a hot guy smile before. I silently berate myself for