Page 101 of Zayrik

He threw up his hands. “I—I don’t want trouble—”

“Then get out of my way.”

My voice didn’t sound human anymore.

Didn’t need to be.

He moved.

Smart man.

Two more turns.

Each step a steady rhythm against her pain pulsing through our bond.

That’s when I saw it.

Vask’s ship.

Sleek. Armored. Shields powered up, but not flying yet.

A cage for my mate.

A tomb for her captor, once I was done.

Still docked.

He hadn’t left yet. He was still hurting her.

Still breathing.

The last part was temporary.

I reached for my comm.

“Raxor. He hasn’t left. Confirm approach.”

My voice steady despite the fury burning in my veins.

Despite the way our bond trembled with her pain.

The Protectorate warship’s voice cut through like a blade.

“Five minutes out. Stand by.”

Too long.

Far too long.

I stared at the ship. Fingers flexing. Breath tight.

Every instinct screaming to move now, to tear through metal and men until I reached her.

I felt a sudden, sharp pang of agony.

Not mine.

Hers.

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