Page 121 of Stars in Aura

The Rider stiffened, for this fresh influx of vessels was unlike those already crowding his vision.

These were, simply put, divine.

Sleek, their hulls crafted from what looked like molten silver.

Engravings glowed on its surface in unimaginable celestial colors, their maneuvering so seamless that space itself bent around them.

He whipped his head to her.

The look of blind fear on her face jacked his meta-senses all the way up.

‘Who thefokkare these now?’

‘The first wave was of the Ssigis venators who led the way for the second, the Saatifa,’ she whispered. ‘Sulfiqar’s personal guards. The highest elite warriors of the Sacran Immortal Army.’

Issa let out a shaky exhale, and Ki’Remi jolted.

Hell, whatever was about to happen next would change everything, and he had to make sure he played his part as the eyes and ears of the Sable Group.

‘If the admiral makes the wrong call, we are lost,’ she whispered, then darted off with incredible speed.

Lost in thought for a beat, he only perceived the blur of his woman as she raced out of the quarters.

‘Wait.’

Twas to no avail, for she was charging through the corridors.

He gave chase, but she switched up herSsignakhtpower and flew away ahead of him.

She burst onto the bridge, ignoring the stunned faces of the command crew, the admiral’s sharp inhale, and the roar of indignation.

She sprinted toward the central control panel where the tactical officer sat.

The Rider caught up, clamping a hand on her arm.

‘Elaris, stand down,’ he growled, voice like crushed gravel, aware that her actions might be misconstrued as mutiny.

She flicked her fingers.

A pulse of energy surged outward.

His grip broke, and he was levitated into the air, not with violence, but with a firm readjustment.

Another flick, and he landed gently onto the deck as her celestial lock held him still.

Shock flickered across his face, and his silver molten eyes blazed.

She had just levitated and repositioned his ass.

Him.

His meta-enhanced form should have countered any external force and resisted her, but hefokkin’ was unable to move.

What the hell had she done to him?

Around him, the ship’s senior crew snapped out of their stupor, weapons cocking, pointed at her, ready to intervene.

‘Issa,’ he growled, relieved he could still speak, ‘think with care about what thefokknext you’re about to do.’

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