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“Or a Xirian!” one of the red-haired aliens growled as he swung a pole and obliterated five masked figures.
“Has Mykon made contact with the human police?” Deryg asked.
“No word.”
Deryg clenched his teeth. If there was someone who could evade the attackers and escape the building unnoticed, it was Mykon. Yakirian had doubted Deryg’s choice to hire the young, slim Deruzian, but Deryg had known exactly why he’d recruited him. Mykon was efficient and blended in with the shadows.
Not everybody needed Deryg’s strength to win a war.
Human police meant more weapons. More weapons meant the fight would be over soon, with less lives lost to this useless battle.
Deryg surveyed the conflict. Their side was winning. The masked figures that remained in the atrium had retreated into a corner next to the fallen pillar.
They would win this fight–but there were still more vermin infecting Alien Inc.’s rooms.
“Happy hunting.” Jaryn nodded at Deryg. They both turned, each with their own mission.
Deryg passed Rexan, who was watching him with a curious expression. Of course his nosy brother would pay attention to his every move.
Deryg made his way to the end of the trench, flinging objects out of the way. A table landed somewhere near the top of the stairs. A large piece of concrete flew somewhere in the middle of the masked figures. A metallic clank reverberated in the room as the rock took one of them down.
“Are you just going to stand there or help?” Deryg asked, not bothering to turn.
Rexan wasn’t used to war, but he wasn’t a coward. Just because his family hadn’t allowed him to risk his life, being the heir and all, didn’t mean Rexan hadn’t been willing to; even Deryg could begrudgingly admit that.
Rexan said nothing as he helped his brother clear the way toward the hallway.
Finally, as the last table was shoved out of the way, and the darkened hallway lay bare and barren in front of them, Deryg said, “Remember when you asked me why I wanted to come to Earth? What purpose could I have on another planet?”
Rexan nodded as he ripped his own makeshift weapon from the rubble, a jagged metal pole with a sharp end that could slice through rock.
“This is why. To protect those that can’t protect themselves.”
“That is noble, brother,” Rexan said gravely and speared him with one of those intense, bottomless gazes of his. “But your abilities would have helped Deruzia, too.”
“They are. We are expanding.”
“It seems our expansion isn’t quite so welcomed. But these attackers have made a grave mistake.” Rexan turned to the carnage behind them. “Deruzians fight until their dying breath for those that deserve it.”
They did. And as long as Deryg could still breathe, he could fight–and he would battle them all for Kiara.
“Let’s go.” Deryg gripped his weapon tighter, his blood roaring vengeance as he stared down the hallway. “Kiara is waiting for me.”
18
KIARA
“It smells cleaner here,” Carol said, perfect nose high in the air. “This must be the way.”
“I do not doubt your human abilities, since I know nothing about them, but my senses detect a fresh draft coming from the opposite direction,” Leyra said.
She grimaced, baring her fangs, as Kiara gently removed the many layers of her silver robe to check her wound. Leyra had sat down on the grayish carpet lining this small, gray corridor. Even the silver in her eyes was dulled by their grim surroundings.
Beyond the walls, people were running and shouting and stomping. Each step felt like it pressed right against Kiara’s heart.
She was furious.
She was scared.
