Page 48 of Arresting the Warlord

“Later, little one.”

“I wanna go now.”

Bey barked,“Enough Oola.”

“You mean.”

I blew Bey’s hair out of my eyes. “Can I lose the fur hat?”

Jake grinned.“C’mon Bey. You can ride with me.”

“Your female is a chaos creator like Kaylee.”Bey hopped over to Jake’s back.

I rolled my eyes.“I wasn’t until Jake came into my life. I think he’s the problem, not me. Oh yeah, I want my weapons back, all of them. Like you promised.”I removed Oola from my nose and placed her back on my head.“Stay.”

“Buttercup, you are a weapon,”Jake replied.

“You better believe I am, but I still want them back. Does Bey know the Navajo people consider Spider Woman to be a good spirit and he needs to act appropriately.”

“I am not a female.”

“They don’t know that unless you plan on flashing them.”I strode through the automatic doors and headed for the nurses’ station.

Chuckling, Jake followed me.

I smiled at the plump Navajo woman sitting behind the counter. “Hey Emily, I’m doing a follow-up on an accident patient that just came in.”

Emily eyed me. “Get caught in a sandstorm and when did you start wearing armor?”

“I did.” I brushed a twig off my armor. “I’ve had the misfortune of crossing paths with a bunch of aliens lately.”

Jake gave Emily a big smile, exposing his fangs.

Her eyes widened. “Is he?”

“Yes, he’s a Coletti warlord. Emily, this is Jake Jones, my mate.”

Emily’s jaw dropped. “You married him?”

“Kinda.”

Jake extended his hand. “It’s a pleasure to meet you ma’am.”

“Well, at least you picked a cute one.” Emily shook his hand, then jumped out of her chair when Bey crawled over Jake’s shoulder. “A holy one!”

“His name is Bey, he’s a Tabor, and a guardian of his people,” Jake explained.

She swallowed hard. “One of those aliens you were talking about, CeeCee?”

“Exactly.”

“Your accident victim is in room 12 and he’s listed as a John Doe.”

“Thanks.” I started down the hallway.

Jake tapped his bracelet and scanned room 12. “He’s Coletti.” He handed me his spare laser pistol. “Just in case.”

“You think he’ll heal that quickly?” I slid the pistol in my holster.

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