Cosmic Bounty(32)

“I am, yet it is weak.”

Behind them, the six sets of Quad enforcers followed, awaiting their orders, as they marched determinedly through the black, dirty streets.

The blazing Galafrax sun was setting, but the heat of this part of the city still remained, the air foul.

The angry tension, thickening the air around them, echoed between their minds, and they knew it would not be settled until Kat was found and safe in their arms.

“This way.” Gol took point, hurrying through the narrow streets. Golden eyes peered out from behind drapes. Others scrambled to shut their doors and windows, hearing the low uniform rumble of soldiers’ footsteps behind them.

Gol smiled in triumph, when the signal grew stronger. His pace picked up, and he would have run smack into a wall if Hul had not grabbed him, bringing him to a halt.

Gol glanced up. “She’s beyond these walls.” A huge uiron, metal gate stood barring their way.

“I should have known.” Hul pulled out his Phase Disruptor. “This is the stronghold of the Brothers of the Dark Tears. The home guard has long suspected them of a running an underground market in abducted, Demos females.”

“If the scanner says Kat is in there, then we have every legal right to do a forced search,” Hul said.

“We must take care. If she is in there, then they may try to kill her to cover up the abduction.” Div’s face was a mask of trepidation for Kat’s safety.

“Soldiers forward.” Gol turned towards their troops. “Bring the Phase Cannon. We’re going to hit them and hit them hard and fast. There are females in there. Take care to protect them and get them to safety.”

“Yes, my lords.” The lead soldier swiftly bowed his head before he turned to the others, reissuing the orders. The men organized, taking up certain points to surround the building, making sure no one would get away during the attack. Gol and his brothers took point in front of the gate, while they waited for the Phase Cannon to arrive.

“You think she’s alright?” Ric asked.

Gol watched his brother’s jaw clench, reflecting the tension they all felt.

He glanced down at the scanner, showing Kat’s life signs. If it stopped, then he would know she was dead. Until then, it gave him hope.

“She is strong and will fight them, if she is able. Still, she is small and frail.” Gol swallowed, fear making his chest tighten.

“I know, brother, she is the gift of the flames. Fate delivered her to us, and we cannot do without her.” Hul’s voice was solemn.

“Then, we are in agreement.” Gol nodded, before looking each of his brothers in the eye. “If they have harmed her in any way, nothing will stop us from tearing them apart, limb from bloody limb.”





Chapter Fourteen



It wouldn’t have mattered if she were only fighting one of them, but three? She tugged at the collar around her neck, trying to find some weak link. She growled in frustration and gave up on the collar. Instead, she began yanking at the chain. They clipped the chain onto the end of a bedpost.

There was no way in hell she was going to go down without a fight. Just when she thought she found some stability in her life, since her kidnapping from earth, this had to happen.

“Normal life?” She snorted. “Wake up, girl. Since when has anything in your life ever been normal?” Kat seriously doubted there was such a thing. It didn’t mean she had to give up and take the shit thrown at her.

“Auugh!” Frustration and anger made her scream. She slumped down to the floor, breathing hard, her fingers and hands throbbing from trying to pull the chain out of its hold. She wasn’t going anywhere in a hurry.

Her gaze scanned around the room, looking for some kind of weapon. The gleam of a knife caught her attention. It lay by a plate, on top of a rustic looking black table. But, it was too far away, as she couldn’t move but a foot in either direction.

A weapon. All she had were her words, and if they freed her for a second, she’d use the knife as well.

The door slid open. Kat’s stomach pitched, knowing her time was fast running out.

Fir strode into the bedchamber, flanked by his two brothers. Their hungry, lust-filled gazes made her shudder with disgust.

“Nice of you to have waited.” Fir laughed at his own joke.

She glared at him. “Last warning, my men will skin you alive, if you lay one finger on me.”

“Oh, we have no intention of laying just one finger on you, little one. We shall lay many fingers on you.”

She wanted to slap the smirk from his arrogant face. Keep him talking. Stall for time; it’s all you have.

“I thought Demos men came in sets of four; yet, there are only three of you.”