Breakwater: Rick (BBW Bad Boy Space Bear Shifter Romance) (Star Bears Book 2) by Becca Fanning Page B
Authors: Becca Fanning
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passably interesting problem to be solved. “You know, he said you could be a bit pushy. I see he wasn’t wrong.”
Before Zosha could ask who told him that, a very familiar voice sounded from the holoscreen.
“I am never wrong,” Spinner said, sounding as though he had a very large headache. “Hello, Zosha. Next time could you please try to give me more than fifteen minutes of a heads up before you get yourself shot at?”
“Did you pick a side?” Zosha demanded, ignoring his question. “You’ve never picked a side before.”
“You never got this close to being assassinated before,” Spinner responded. “Besides, do you have any idea how hard it’s been to get decent information from Lytos recently? It was time to put an end to this silly spat.”
Sylas raised an eyebrow but said nothing.
“Also, I—oh. That’s interesting.”
“What is it?” Sylas asked.
“Well, good news, I think your friends survived,” Spinner said. “Of course, I can’t be completely sure that those are, in fact, your friends. Zosha, do you have something you’d like to tell us?”
“Ah, that,” Zosha said as the door behind her opened to reveal two of Sylas’ guards, one of the black-clad mercs looking somewhat traumatized and handcuffed, and four bears.
Zosha felt something warm rush through her veins as she saw them, looking roughed up but alive. She all but flung herself at Rick, wrapping her arms around his wide neck.
“I am so happy to see you,” she whispered into his fur. He made a deep noise in the back of his throat and pressed his nose against her neck, which she chose to interpret as reciprocation.
“Zoshanna,” Spinner voice filled the room, low and deadly. “I have been out of contact with you for less than two days. Please tell me you haven’t managed to not only find but fall in love with a bear shifter in that amount of time.”
“Well, I mean, it’s a little soon to say it’s love, I think,” she told him. “But he’s really pretty and I like his smile, so it’s probably getting there.”
Rick made what Zosha hoped was a pleased sounding noise.
“Fantastic,” Spinner said, voice practically oozing sarcasm. “Any other bombshells you want to drop on me?”
“Yes, but not right now,” Zosha said, already not looking forward to breaking the news to Spinner that he’d accidentally hidden her away on the ship of the people who took out Strathmore.
“Would you like a private room to, ah, change?” Sylas said with an impressive amount of composure for a man talking to a bear.
The bear Zosha assumed was the captain nodded.
“In that case, could one of you please escort these gentlemen to somewhere where they can shift without being disturbed? I imagine they’ll also need a change of clothes.”
One guard nodded and stepped back into the hallway. Zosha gave Rick one last squeeze before stepping away from him. He bumped his shoulder against her chest before turning and following the guard. Once they were gone, Sylas beckoned for the captured mercenary to be brought towards him. The remaining guard hauled him forward, then pushed him on the ground, one boot at the small of his back and a blaster pointed at his head.
“I am going to ask you a series of questions. You will answer these questions with a ‘yes’ or a ‘no,’ no more and no less. Do you understand?” Sylas asked the merc.
“Yes,” the merc rasped out.
“Excellent. You work for my brother, correct?”
“Yes.”
“And you were sent here to kill this girl.”
“Yes.”
“You were told to do this because she stole a notebook that contained information on my brother’s U4 trade.”
“Yes.”
“This information has the potential to end Jackson’s little coup.”
“Well, then. It looks like everything’s in order. Kill him, please.”
Zosha barely had time to look away before the blaster fired.
“Sorry about that. I don’t mean to doubt you, but in
Before Zosha could ask who told him that, a very familiar voice sounded from the holoscreen.
“I am never wrong,” Spinner said, sounding as though he had a very large headache. “Hello, Zosha. Next time could you please try to give me more than fifteen minutes of a heads up before you get yourself shot at?”
“Did you pick a side?” Zosha demanded, ignoring his question. “You’ve never picked a side before.”
“You never got this close to being assassinated before,” Spinner responded. “Besides, do you have any idea how hard it’s been to get decent information from Lytos recently? It was time to put an end to this silly spat.”
Sylas raised an eyebrow but said nothing.
“Also, I—oh. That’s interesting.”
“What is it?” Sylas asked.
“Well, good news, I think your friends survived,” Spinner said. “Of course, I can’t be completely sure that those are, in fact, your friends. Zosha, do you have something you’d like to tell us?”
“Ah, that,” Zosha said as the door behind her opened to reveal two of Sylas’ guards, one of the black-clad mercs looking somewhat traumatized and handcuffed, and four bears.
Zosha felt something warm rush through her veins as she saw them, looking roughed up but alive. She all but flung herself at Rick, wrapping her arms around his wide neck.
“I am so happy to see you,” she whispered into his fur. He made a deep noise in the back of his throat and pressed his nose against her neck, which she chose to interpret as reciprocation.
“Zoshanna,” Spinner voice filled the room, low and deadly. “I have been out of contact with you for less than two days. Please tell me you haven’t managed to not only find but fall in love with a bear shifter in that amount of time.”
“Well, I mean, it’s a little soon to say it’s love, I think,” she told him. “But he’s really pretty and I like his smile, so it’s probably getting there.”
Rick made what Zosha hoped was a pleased sounding noise.
“Fantastic,” Spinner said, voice practically oozing sarcasm. “Any other bombshells you want to drop on me?”
“Yes, but not right now,” Zosha said, already not looking forward to breaking the news to Spinner that he’d accidentally hidden her away on the ship of the people who took out Strathmore.
“Would you like a private room to, ah, change?” Sylas said with an impressive amount of composure for a man talking to a bear.
The bear Zosha assumed was the captain nodded.
“In that case, could one of you please escort these gentlemen to somewhere where they can shift without being disturbed? I imagine they’ll also need a change of clothes.”
One guard nodded and stepped back into the hallway. Zosha gave Rick one last squeeze before stepping away from him. He bumped his shoulder against her chest before turning and following the guard. Once they were gone, Sylas beckoned for the captured mercenary to be brought towards him. The remaining guard hauled him forward, then pushed him on the ground, one boot at the small of his back and a blaster pointed at his head.
“I am going to ask you a series of questions. You will answer these questions with a ‘yes’ or a ‘no,’ no more and no less. Do you understand?” Sylas asked the merc.
“Yes,” the merc rasped out.
“Excellent. You work for my brother, correct?”
“Yes.”
“And you were sent here to kill this girl.”
“Yes.”
“You were told to do this because she stole a notebook that contained information on my brother’s U4 trade.”
“Yes.”
“This information has the potential to end Jackson’s little coup.”
“Well, then. It looks like everything’s in order. Kill him, please.”
Zosha barely had time to look away before the blaster fired.
“Sorry about that. I don’t mean to doubt you, but in
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