Page 110 of Zayrik

No hesitation. No mercy.

Just cold, relentless fury. The kind only a mate could feel.

Blaster fire snapped through the corridors behind me.

Didn’t matter.

Nothing mattered but reaching her.

I wasn’t here to survive.

Wasn’t here for duty or honor or right.

I was here to end this.

To end him.

The first time Vask’s men realized what they were dealing with?

When I ripped the door controls off the wall with my bare hands, stepped into the fire, and didn’t stop walking.

My marks blazing on my skin like living flames.

Like a warning they were too stupid to heed.

They fired.

Plasma bolts scorched the air.

I didn’t flinch.

Didn’t pause.

Because I wasn’t aiming for survival.

I was aiming for him.

For the monster who dared touch my mate.

Who dared make her pain echo through our bond.

Behind me, the breach team moved like shadows.

Professional. Deadly. Efficient.

But they weren’t leading this charge.

Weren’t driving this hunt.

I was.

Not a warrior anymore.

Something older.

Something that remembered when justice meant blood, bone and a final breath.

I tore through the next corridor. Body after body dropping at my feet.

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