would find him. He wasn’t worried that
she would be in danger, she could handle herself. Before he could look to
Drake, there was an anguished scream from somewhere closer than Vathral.
His whole body spasmed violently at the sound.
“Vareen?!” Cali’s choked cry reached him and he knew she was right.
“Diandra helped us pick who might best influence you.” Aicen Edal waved
her hand dismissively. “If I couldn’t talk you into having the realignment, I
was hoping you would do it for your friends. Unfortunately, your father’s
resistance group got to Nellia. I’ve increased security since then.”
“What have you done?” Mica growled viciously .
His fingers clenched into fists, his fingernails digging into the soft flesh of
his palms drawing blood. Vareen was being held in this place and she was
screaming.
At his words, the guards moved to
protect Aicen Edal.
“Mica, No. Some of them are innocent.” Drake’s arms were trying to wrap
around him like a vice. “Cali, I can’t hold him.”
“If they are in this building, they are not innocent.” Mica could feel his body swelling with every breath.
He’d been in the valkie haze more than a few times in his life. It had never
felt this intense. It was as if the red curtain covering his vision was all-encompassing . His normal control was
waning, his thoughts centered on one thing: killing everything in his path. The ominous
charge to the room grew with every second that passed.
He vaguely heard Cali yell at her mother, “Evacuate this building.”
“Honestly Cali. There are guards stationed everywhere. Vareen is almost
done with her reassignment—”
Mica growled again and began to work at getting away from Drake without
hurting him. Somewhere in his subconscious was the fact that this male was his
friend.
Cali yelled. “Shut up mother! If you won’t call for an evacuation, order
the guards to drop their weapons.”
The guards had weapons, they were his enemy. The people torturing his
chosen mate were the enemy. He must find them!
He vaguely heard Cali talking over the intercom system. “This is Calinae
Edal. All guards drop your weapons and evacuate the building. This is not a
drill. I repeat this is not a drill. Disarm and evacuate!”
Drake had to let him go to protect his mate from a guard. He’d let his
friend stay here with Cali.
Another wrenching scream came from the hallway. That is where he needed
to go. Follow her scent , his body
cried to him to run faster than he’d ever gone.
“You had better hope we do not meet again.” He snarled at Aicen Edal
cowering before him.
He knew the computer on The Maxon was monitoring their status. The Council had insisted that their warship escort The
Cali and The Apoxis back to
Cestori. They didn’t trust the unfamiliar technology of the Cestori warship and
crew to keep The Cali safe. It was
Cali who’d insisted The Maxon remain
cloaked to keep Cestori from being alarmed at having the warship in their space. Aicen Edal didn’t know
that they had a battlecruiser in their orbit.
He called, “ Maxon send reinforcements to this building.” He
didn’t care that the males would take this building down to the foundation if
there was even one person armed. They deserved what they got.
Without waiting to hear if the cloaked warship had answered his summons
for more men, he streaked out of the room. His senses were telling him exactly
where to go. He slammed his way through the walls, not bothering to try doors.
Finally, he found his chosen and entered his worst nightmare. Vareen,
pale and diminished, was strapped to a medical chair wearing some filthy
medical robe that barely covered her. Her hair was limp and bedraggled, her
lips parched and cracked. There were scrapes and cuts on her arms from some
type of tube being forced into her skin. Blood oozed from her wrists and ankles
from the pressure of the straps holding her down.
At his appearance, the occupants of
the room froze where
she would be in danger, she could handle herself. Before he could look to
Drake, there was an anguished scream from somewhere closer than Vathral.
His whole body spasmed violently at the sound.
“Vareen?!” Cali’s choked cry reached him and he knew she was right.
“Diandra helped us pick who might best influence you.” Aicen Edal waved
her hand dismissively. “If I couldn’t talk you into having the realignment, I
was hoping you would do it for your friends. Unfortunately, your father’s
resistance group got to Nellia. I’ve increased security since then.”
“What have you done?” Mica growled viciously .
His fingers clenched into fists, his fingernails digging into the soft flesh of
his palms drawing blood. Vareen was being held in this place and she was
screaming.
At his words, the guards moved to
protect Aicen Edal.
“Mica, No. Some of them are innocent.” Drake’s arms were trying to wrap
around him like a vice. “Cali, I can’t hold him.”
“If they are in this building, they are not innocent.” Mica could feel his body swelling with every breath.
He’d been in the valkie haze more than a few times in his life. It had never
felt this intense. It was as if the red curtain covering his vision was all-encompassing . His normal control was
waning, his thoughts centered on one thing: killing everything in his path. The ominous
charge to the room grew with every second that passed.
He vaguely heard Cali yell at her mother, “Evacuate this building.”
“Honestly Cali. There are guards stationed everywhere. Vareen is almost
done with her reassignment—”
Mica growled again and began to work at getting away from Drake without
hurting him. Somewhere in his subconscious was the fact that this male was his
friend.
Cali yelled. “Shut up mother! If you won’t call for an evacuation, order
the guards to drop their weapons.”
The guards had weapons, they were his enemy. The people torturing his
chosen mate were the enemy. He must find them!
He vaguely heard Cali talking over the intercom system. “This is Calinae
Edal. All guards drop your weapons and evacuate the building. This is not a
drill. I repeat this is not a drill. Disarm and evacuate!”
Drake had to let him go to protect his mate from a guard. He’d let his
friend stay here with Cali.
Another wrenching scream came from the hallway. That is where he needed
to go. Follow her scent , his body
cried to him to run faster than he’d ever gone.
“You had better hope we do not meet again.” He snarled at Aicen Edal
cowering before him.
He knew the computer on The Maxon was monitoring their status. The Council had insisted that their warship escort The
Cali and The Apoxis back to
Cestori. They didn’t trust the unfamiliar technology of the Cestori warship and
crew to keep The Cali safe. It was
Cali who’d insisted The Maxon remain
cloaked to keep Cestori from being alarmed at having the warship in their space. Aicen Edal didn’t know
that they had a battlecruiser in their orbit.
He called, “ Maxon send reinforcements to this building.” He
didn’t care that the males would take this building down to the foundation if
there was even one person armed. They deserved what they got.
Without waiting to hear if the cloaked warship had answered his summons
for more men, he streaked out of the room. His senses were telling him exactly
where to go. He slammed his way through the walls, not bothering to try doors.
Finally, he found his chosen and entered his worst nightmare. Vareen,
pale and diminished, was strapped to a medical chair wearing some filthy
medical robe that barely covered her. Her hair was limp and bedraggled, her
lips parched and cracked. There were scrapes and cuts on her arms from some
type of tube being forced into her skin. Blood oozed from her wrists and ankles
from the pressure of the straps holding her down.
At his appearance, the occupants of
the room froze where
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