Page 62 of Naga General's Mate

“You don’t understand. Kurg will make her suffer.” Fresh tears spilled down Priscilla’s cheeks. “He’ll break her just to prove he can.”

A growl rumbled in Brivul’s chest. His claws dug into his palms, drawing blood.

“Listen to me.” He straightened himself up to his full height, letting his warrior’s presence fill the small room. “I was a general of the Niri forces. I’ve commanded armies and taken down entire pirate fleets. Your sister is my mate, and I will tear apart anyone who stands between us.”

Priscilla’s eyes widened. “Mate? But she’s human…”

“She’s mine.” The possessive growl in his voice made Priscilla flinch. He forced himself to soften his tone. “I have soldiers coming. Warriors I trust with my life. We’re going to get her back.”

“You promise?”

“On my honor as a warrior.” Brivul’s eyes blazed. “Kurg will regret ever laying hands on either of you.”

Priscilla’s shoulders relaxed slightly.

Brivul pulled a chair close to Priscilla’s bed, his tail coiling with barely contained tension. “Tell me everything about Kurg’s stronghold—every entrance, every guard rotation.”

“The main gate has six guards at all times.” Priscilla’s voice trembled. “But they bring in supplies through a service entrance on the east side.”

“How many guards are there?”

“Two, usually. Sometimes three during deliveries.”

Brivul’s claws clicked against the metal bed rail as he absorbed the information. His military mind mapped out potential infiltration points.

“What about inside? Security systems?”

“Motion sensors in all the corridors.” Priscilla’s fingers twisted in the sheets. “And cameras. But there’s a blind spot near the kitchen storage. That’s how Mila and I used to sneak extra food.”

A low growl rumbled in his chest at the thought of his mate having to steal food to survive. He’d make Kurg pay for every indignity she’d suffered.

“Where does Kurg keep his… prisoners?”

“The lower level. It’s…” Priscilla swallowed hard. “It’s where he breaks people who defy him.”

Brivul’s massive form tensed. The thought of Mila in that basement made his blood boil.

“Guard rotations down there?”

“Four guards, changing every six hours. But Kurg’s personal enforcer is always nearby.”

“Description?”

“Massive Draknid. Nearly as tall as you. Has a cybernetic eye that can see in the dark.”

Brivul committed every detail to memory, already planning how to neutralize each threat. The enforcer would be a challenge, but nothing would stop him from reaching his mate.

“The access codes change daily,” Priscilla continued. “But Mila discovered that Kurg keeps them written down in his office. He never could remember them.”

A hint of pride colored Brivul’s voice. “My mate is a very bright girl.”

Chapter 28

Brivul

The landing pad’s lightscut harsh shadows across Brivul’s scales as he tracked the approaching ship. His tail twitched with impatience. Soon, the familiar whine of Niri thrusters filled the air as the sleek vessel touched down.

The loading ramp hadn’t fully descended before Lors burst out, his golden scales gleaming in the moonlight.

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