Page 91 of Zayrik

“Then what the hell is it? You finally ready for pick up?”

I didn’t breathe.

Didn’t blink.

Let the rage lace through my bones. Sharpening into armor.

And then I said it.

The words that would burn down stars.

“Vask took myK’sha.”

Silence.

Not shock.

Not confusion.

Just stillness.

Like the galaxy had paused to listen.

Like fate itself held its breath.

Because those words meant more than just a missing person.

They meant war.

“Understood.”

No hesitation. No questions. No lecture about protocols or permission.

Just a silent promise.

Of deeper loyalties than mere duty.

“I’m en route.” Raxor’s voice cut like a blade.

Sharp with purpose.

“We end this. Together.”

The comms cut.

And I sat there, staring at the screen.

Hand still locked on the comms toggle.

Breath locked in my chest.

Through our bond, I caught fragments of movement, of fear, of determination.

She was still alive.

My mating marks burned like fire beneath my skin.

Calling me to her.

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