The female jumped onto the transport pad and the Prillon
captain positioned himself between her and the corridor in a protective stance,
not just that of a warrior protecting a helpless female. There was too much
knowledge in his eyes. Respect.
Who was she? I.C.? I didn’t know any
fighters with command codes. Unless she was just the victim of an accident and
a transport tech had accidentally sent her to the wrong place.
Yeah, no. She was too intelligent, too quick and keen for
something as ridiculous as that. And if something that random had brought her
to me, that transport tech was most likely headed for a Coalition brig.
I felt the vibrations, heard the hum.
“Everyone ready?” she asked, glancing up at the six of us on
the transport pad. It had been about a minute since the prisoners arrived, and
they were being sent right back out of here. They were lucky.
So fucking lucky. The Atlan who was dead weight at their feet,
too.
“Fuck, yes,” I said. The others shouted and growled their
agreement. They’d been defeated, but their fight was back. We were getting the
fuck out of here.
I heard the pounding of feet with my Hunter senses.
“Incoming,” I said.
She nodded, either she believed me or could hear them, too.
It wasn’t time to wonder which.
“Five seconds,” she said.
I moved with speed to stand beside her. I tipped up her chin
so she’d look at me. Made her take one of those five seconds to focus on me.
“Who are you?” I asked. The hairs on my body stood on end
from the impending transport.
Three seconds.
Two seconds. The team of Hive ran into the room. Out of the
corner of my eye, I saw their weapons raised. The other warriors fired at them,
but I ignored it all. I could only see her. See the female who’d saved my life.
The lives of six warriors.
“I’m your mate.”
One second.
And we were gone. Transporting out of the Hive hell and to
safety. With my…
Mate.
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