such murderous urges in Zoey. The other woman was demanding, exacting, and just a pain in the ass. She could not be trapped in a small space with her. Mila was very patient.
But she was no saint.
Koran kissed the top of her head. “There may be no need to evacuate, but I want you here. Safe. Please. Wait here.”
He used the word please, but she knew it was a command.
She nodded. He quickly left.
“How dare the Coizils attack this ship. They will not be allowed to get away with this.”
“Coizils? Coizils are attacking us?”
Liula turned to give her an incredulous look. “Of course. Who else would dare? If you wish to be our Ambassador, you must bring yourself up to date with our history.”
“I know about the feud with the Coizils.”
Liula just sniffed.
The ship tipped again. Mila cried out as she flew across the shuttle, smashing into the side. Her head slammed into the wall. Darkness engulfed her.
***
Something prodded her head and she cried out. She reached up, attempting to shove away whoever was attacking her.
“Is she well?” Koran demanded.
“Her head is bleeding. But it is not serious,” a calm voice replied.
She opened her eyes to see Rylex, the ship’s healer, standing over her. She lay in Koran’s arms, resting on his lap. She whimpered as Rylex prodded her head again, causing sparks of pain to shoot through her head. Rylex grabbed her arm, moving it. She screamed in agony, closing her eyes and swallowing frantically to stop herself from vomiting again. The inhibitor Koran had given her earlier had worn off.
“You are hurting her. Give her something for the pain.”
The stress she heard in Koran’s voice pulled at her. He needed her.
“It is not advisable yet. Not with her head injury,” Rylex replied. “I will leave her arm in the brace. There is nothing more to be done for it until we can get her into a regen chamber.”
“Koran,” she croaked.
“Shh, Mila. Just lie back and relax.” Koran’s voice was like a soothing balm on a sunburn, and she settled in against his chest, letting the scent of him surround her.
A loud wail made her jolt then she groaned. She opened her eyes. “What is that?”
“The Empress.” Koran stared down at her. His eyes were red. He looked ferocious. Enraged.
“What happened?” She reached up to cup his cheek, wanting to soothe him.
“We had to abandon ship. It sustained too much damage with that last hit.”
Suddenly, the wailing noise stopped. The silence that filled the shuttle was almost worse. Mila caught her breath.
“They drugged her,” Koran explained. “We had to leave the Emperor behind.”
“Behind?” Why would they leave him behind?
“He died. The part of the ship he was in sustained heavy damage. The Coizils killed our Emperor. There will be retribution. We will avenge the death of our Emperor.”
Around her, warriors yelled out in agreement. The sound was frightening. Chilling.
Jesus. No wonder Koran appeared so enraged. And the Empress…she felt guilty over all her negative thoughts earlier. The Empress had just lost her mate.
“Will she survive?” Mila whispered, not wanting anyone else to hear. When one mate died, usually the other mate would follow them.
“I don’t know.” He ran his hand up and down her arm.
Suddenly, there was a loud boom and the shuttle spun. Mila screamed as Koran dove to the floor, covering her with his body.
“Koran!” she yelled as they plummeted.
Oh God, was this it? The end?
Were they all about to die?
Chapter Ten
“Duke? Duke, you in here?” Willa pressed on the communicator outside his house again. Where the hell was he? She hadn’t seen him in days.
Even Kyle, who shared a house with him, had barely seen him lately. Of course, Kyle spent most of his time in the lab the Zerconians had set up for him so that wasn’t a surprise.
“Duke, damn it. If you don’t open up, I’m going to get Darac to break this door down.” That probably wasn’t
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