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“Data’s sent!” Mia’s triumphant cry cut through the fray, a beacon of hope.

“Stay down!” I called out, taking down another mercenary. My body moved on instinct, each movement honed by years of training, each breath a testament to my newfound purpose.

And then it was over. The last of Ivor’s mercenaries lay defeated at my feet, their bodies a testament to the deadly skills that had once defined me. But now, standing amid the wreckage of battle, I felt reborn—a protector forged from the ashes of an assassin.

My gaze found Mia, her eyes wide with a mix of fear and admiration. In that moment, as our eyes locked, something unspoken passed between us. A silent vow that no matter what came next, her life was mine to defend.

“Time to make this right,” I growled, advancing on Ivor, who cowered against the wall, his bravado evaporated.

“What are you going to do?” Ivor asked.

“Rescind it,” I demanded, my voice a low growl.

Ivor hesitated, a flicker of uncertainty crossing his sharp features. Trying to assess my next move. In all the years I’d been a hit man, a contract had only been rescinded twice.

With a movement swift as the predatory creatures of this moon, I seized his arm, pressing the cold muzzle of my plasma pistol against his temple. He swallowed, and his Adam’s apple bobbed under the coercion of undeniable defeat.

“Fine,” Ivor spat out, and his fingers slogged over his wrist device with a reluctance that tasted like venom on my genetically enhanced tongue. My device buzzed against my skin, the contract cancellation flashing up with sterile finality. A sigh escaped me, relief mingling with the understanding that there would be no turning back.

“Thank you,” I said, meaning it.

Despite Ivor’s fear, the arms dealer glared at me.

“Goodbye, Ivor.” My voice was devoid of emotion, a perfect reflection of the void where my humanity should have been. Yet, as I pulled the trigger, extinguishing the life of the man who marked Mia for death, I felt a surge of something fierce and protective, an emotion that transcended my genetically engineered origins.

Ivor crumpled to the ground, the sound of his body hitting the hard floor drowned by the shocked gasps from Mia and Griff. The deed was done. I turned back to Mia, my heart beating to the rhythm of her name. She looked at me, her expression a complex weave of terror, gratitude, and something deeper, more intimate.

Griff frowned, surveying the room, his loyalty to the Sionagog Syndicate now a distant memory compared to the justice unfolding before him. “He cancelled the contract.”

“Yes.” My voice was steady, the decision made long before Ivor’s death. “And the second I let him go, he’d issue anotherone.” There was no place for mercy on this battlefield, not when Mia’s life hung in the balance.

A rustle of movement, and Mia was there, running into my arms. Her warmth against my body was a stark contrast to the cold resolve that still pulsed through my veins. She clung to me, her presence a soothing balm to the adrenaline that had yet to ebb from my system.

“Thank you,” she said against my chest, her words carrying the weight of our shared ordeal.

“We’re not out of the woods yet,” I said, aware of the many dangers still lurking in the shadows of Dufair. “But you’re safe—for now.”

Her breath hitched, a silent echo of my own racing heart. Pulling back slightly, Mia searched my eyes, and I saw the reflection of my turmoil mirrored in hers. Our lips met in an intimate and passionate kiss, the taste of her mingling with the metallic tang of battle still fresh on my tongue. The scent of her hair, a faint reminder of the luminescent flora she adored, cut through the acrid smoke that lingered in the air.

The kiss deepened, and the world around us faded into obscurity. There was only Mia, with her soft curves pressed against the hard lines of my body. Her hands roamed over the contours of my back, tracing the muscles honed by years of combat, now tensed with a different kind of anticipation.

“Look at what we’ve done,” she said, pulling away just enough to gesture at the chaos surrounding us. The fallen mercenaries, the blinking lights on the consoles, the distant hum of machinery.

“We did what we had to,” I said, my voice rough with emotion. “But it’s not over yet.”

Her eyes, green and alive with a fire that matched the bioluminescent canopy outside, held mine. In them, I saw morethan gratitude—I saw a shared victory, a bond forged in the crucible of danger that neither of us could deny.

“Let’s get out of here,” I said, already scanning for the quickest escape route. “We have evidence to deliver, and a galaxy to convince.”

Mia nodded, resolve steeling her delicate features. “Together.”

“Always,” I promised, sealing our pact with another searing kiss that spoke of battles yet to come and nights spent in each other’s arms. “We’ll continue this once we’re safe on the station.”

CHAPTER 11

MIA

Stepping off the spacecraft, my heart raced as I took in the bustling atmosphere of Alfataken Station’s arrival area. Cikarius stood tall beside me, his violet skin and glowing yellow eyes drawing curious glances from passersby. I clutched my backpack containing the precious samples from Dufair’s luminescent flora and the computer that held incriminating evidence against Ivor. The bag never left my side.

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