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Butterflies danced in my stomach. Did I finally have warrior status? I glanced down at my gauntlet. Merda! I only had fifteen minutes. I rushed into the bathroom tidied my hair and made sure I didn’t have any food stuck in my teeth or on my battle suit. Scooping up Chiara, I headed for the war room.

Chapter Fourteen

Chiara curled around my neck. “What do they want with us?”

“All I know is they’re planning their battle strategy to take out the Rodan base. My biggest concern is freeing the prisoners before they get blown to bits or the monsters eat them.”

“Do they want me to port a warrior?”

“Probably.”

“I can only port someone of your size. The warriors are too heavy,”Chiara confessed.

“What a shame. I guess they’ll have to send us in to save the day.”

Chiara brightened.“We can kill many Rodan.”

“And rescue Adam.”

A huge Askole with way too many tentacles stood guard in front of the war room door.

“They’re expecting me,” I informed the warrior politely.

The warrior refused to acknowledge me.

I let out a long breath and summoned an energy ball. “Do I have your attention now?”

“Females are not allowed in the war room,” the warrior sneered.

“Does he not know who you are?”Chiara asked in surprise.

“I don’t think he cares. I’m female and not worthy of his respect.” I narrowed my eyes at him. “Sariel summoned me. Now let me pass.”

“You know Sariel?”

“I do. He’s my father-in-law and your boss.”

“You are a soft skin,” the warrior scoffed.

My temper flared to life. “Gee, you’re so observant. Let me pass, or I’ll go around you.”

His tentacles stood out from his head in surprise. “You think you can defeat me?”

“I didn’t say anything about fighting you.” I smiled brightly at the moron. “I’ll simply have Chiara port us into the room.”

He eyed Chiara. “That would set off the internal security alerts.”

I nodded. “Just think of all the noise, confusion and warriors running every which way thinking we’re under attack and we’re not. Not to mention how unhappy it would make Trayon. What’s it going to be? The easy way or the hard way?”

The door whished open and Trayon stepped out. “The easy way.”

“Spoilsport.”

“This is my mate, Rakk.” Trayon placed his hand on the warrior’s shoulder and squeezed. “You will treat her with the proper respect.”

I watched as the color drained from Rakk’s scales. He dropped to one knee in obvious pain. “Yes, Commander. It will not happen again, Commander.”

“If it does, you will be babysitting the Tabor twins,” Trayon warned.

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