True Traitor (First Wave Book 7) by Mikayla Lane Page B

before she continued.
    “I’m a Mind Reaper. I can not only pull all your darkest secrets from your mind and share them with the world, but I can put things in there that will fuck you up for the rest of your life. No Band-Aid can fix what I can do. Do you understand?” Tara asked the girl.
    True narrowed her eyes and finished chewing off the tape. She pulled a few bits from her mouth as she sized up the dark haired woman in front of her.
    “Why are you telling me this?” she asked, wondering what Tara’s agenda was. Not that she cared, or feared the girl and her threats of mind games, she just hoped that Tara would give her some useful information.
    Tara grinned.
    “Now we’re talking!” she said, slapping her palms on her thighs before she leaned forward in the chair. “I know you’re not happy about being here. I don’t blame you. You and the others, well you kind of caught us at a bad time. We’re going through some management problems and things are a little messed up.”
    True held up a hand to stop the girl.
    “Seriously, at what point was I not supposed to just go mind blank on that, and hear only, ‘blah, blah, blah’,” True said sarcastically as she eyed the closed door behind Tara’s chair.
    Tara saw her eyeing the door.
    “If I’m boring you, I can go get Leif instead,” she said.
    True’s eyes got huge.
    “No! We’re good! Caught you guys at a bad time . . . management problems . . . check,” True said quickly, thinking she stood a better chance of escaping the crazy woman in front of her than the large, burned fool who was probably pretty pissed off by now.
    Tara laughed.
    “You know, all joking and swinging junk aside, he’s a really great guy. You could do so much worse as a mate. But—” she said, trying to stop the tirade that True looked ready to start. “I know we got bigger problems right now than you finding your mate in here. Right now, our fighter craft are in a standoff over the mountain with yours. The forest is filling with your people and mine. If something isn’t done, hundreds—if not more of us—will die,” Tara said before True jumped off the bed and faced her.
    “Whose fault is that? You want this shit to end, then let us go! Take me to Grai!” True argued.
    Leif walked in his bedroom door just as his she-beast was screaming at Tara. He was tempted to shut the door and come back later, but he couldn’t do that to Tara. And there had to be a masochist side to him that he never knew about before, because he was willing to risk having his remaining ball singed just to see True again. Although he prayed like hell it wouldn’t come to that.
    Leif inwardly flinched under the glare of her stormy, grey eyes, knowing his one good ball was in danger of being roasted, and he hadn’t even opened his mouth yet. If this is what his grandpa went through with his nana, then he truly had a reason to pity Legendary Ass 1.
    Although , he thought, the pity will wear off between now and when the delicate flower arrives. At which point I’ll be cheering on said Flower, as she shoves a stick up Ass #1’s ass and jerks out the offending creature that crawled up there this time.
    Leif jerked himself out of his musings when he heard Tara speak. “It’s a little more complicated than that right now,” she told True.
    True raised her eyebrows, pretending not to notice that the hot guy again looked hot and freshly showered and clothed. With a force of will she didn’t even know she had, she kept her blue eyes trained on Tara’s green ones.
    “Complicated how?” True asked as she pointed in the general direction of the door, ignoring Leif. “You let me walk out. I go find my people. We leave. War’s over.”
    Tara sighed.
    “We can’t do that. The entire place is on lockdown now. It’s not that we can’t let you outside, it’s that we aren’t in command. Part of those management problems I mentioned . . .” Tara said, looking to Leif for help.
    True narrowed her eyes