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“Maman!” Boid’s body shook hard enough his tiny teeth chattered.
Joni split her attention as long as she dared to make sure Lissi reached the door of the facility. Faye shouted and Joni risked a glance behind her. Sylvie must have found the laser Joni forgot she’d brought out in the picnic basket. Blasts sounded as her friend fired at several of the encroaching men.
Joni jerked back around to confront the one who’d chased Lissi. “Leave them alone. Please.”
The man snorted. “We should probably not take such an important Chosen anyway.”
Joni stilled. Had they come here specifically for one of the women? They’d have to get passed her if they tried. Joni had no intentions of being a prisoner ever again and no way she’d let the others endure a similar fate.
“Which one of the Jutaks do you belong to, fiery one?”
Joni’s fingers tightened on the handles of her knives as she sucked on her bottom lip and winked at him. He grunted and adjusted himself without the slightest sign of shame. Around them the sound of Sylvie doing her best to hold off their attackers filled Joni’s ears. Alarms blared loudly in the background. She needed to do something fast before everything went to hell in more ways than a basket.
“I don’t belong to any of them.” She licked her lips for good measure and slightly arched her back, displaying her breasts for his gaze. Thank God for the low cut of her dress. “Sometimes…” Joni paused to eye his crotch before raising her gaze. “Sometimes a girl needs a little wild and rough in her life.”
He chuckled. “I’ll give you wild where we’re taking you.”
Shortening the small space between them, he pulled Joni into a rough embrace. Not allowing fear to gain a hold, Joni drove both blades upward almost retching as they tore through his mid-section.
He groaned deep in his throat, his weapon falling to the ground as she pulled her arms back, keeping the grip on the knives. Joni turned without waiting to see his body fall. Lissi stood in the doorway of the building with Boid by her side. Sylvie waved her laser back and forth at the last two thugs approaching her, though her gaze kept shooting to wailing Aya by her feet. This part was tricky as the men didn’t look as if they’d be easily put off. Their angry mutters wafted to Joni’s ears as she quickened her pace in their direction.
“We only need to take one of you,” the one on the right spoke to Sylvie.
Sylvie’s hand holding the laser trembled. Bastard. No one got away with scaring her friend. Sylvie wasn’t as outwardly strong as Joni but she had a core of steel. Without each other as support both of them would have broken under the Marenians enslavement. Instead, they’d survived.
“Drop the weapon or we kill the child behind you, then the pretty blonde hovering in the doorway. One by one your friends will all die and we’ll still take you.” The one on the left ended his threat with a dark laugh.
Fear leeched the color from Sylvie’s face. Joni crept closer, she could see the worry and panic as Sylvie’s blue eyes clouded with indecision.
‘Don’t worry, girlie. I’m on this.’
The masks the men wore crinkled as they exchanged glances. They were about to make their move. The barrel of a weapon angled downward toward sweet, crying Aya. An icy chill traveled down Joni’s spine.
“Very well, the child first.”
Lissi screamed out in denial. “Nooo! Please!”
Chapter 8
Ambassador Ilamon and his wife escorted Kyele and his team to a private room where excited servants offered them drinks and food, which they each refused. Suravi was obviously a favorite and the Ambassador wiped away tears as he patted Kyele on the back.
“The people of Trin are very thankful for the help of the Jutaks. The potential of peace between us and the Bexe will be the first of its kind because of your aid this day.”
Kyele pushed back his hooded mask, the cooler air sifting through his
“Maman!” Boid’s body shook hard enough his tiny teeth chattered.
Joni split her attention as long as she dared to make sure Lissi reached the door of the facility. Faye shouted and Joni risked a glance behind her. Sylvie must have found the laser Joni forgot she’d brought out in the picnic basket. Blasts sounded as her friend fired at several of the encroaching men.
Joni jerked back around to confront the one who’d chased Lissi. “Leave them alone. Please.”
The man snorted. “We should probably not take such an important Chosen anyway.”
Joni stilled. Had they come here specifically for one of the women? They’d have to get passed her if they tried. Joni had no intentions of being a prisoner ever again and no way she’d let the others endure a similar fate.
“Which one of the Jutaks do you belong to, fiery one?”
Joni’s fingers tightened on the handles of her knives as she sucked on her bottom lip and winked at him. He grunted and adjusted himself without the slightest sign of shame. Around them the sound of Sylvie doing her best to hold off their attackers filled Joni’s ears. Alarms blared loudly in the background. She needed to do something fast before everything went to hell in more ways than a basket.
“I don’t belong to any of them.” She licked her lips for good measure and slightly arched her back, displaying her breasts for his gaze. Thank God for the low cut of her dress. “Sometimes…” Joni paused to eye his crotch before raising her gaze. “Sometimes a girl needs a little wild and rough in her life.”
He chuckled. “I’ll give you wild where we’re taking you.”
Shortening the small space between them, he pulled Joni into a rough embrace. Not allowing fear to gain a hold, Joni drove both blades upward almost retching as they tore through his mid-section.
He groaned deep in his throat, his weapon falling to the ground as she pulled her arms back, keeping the grip on the knives. Joni turned without waiting to see his body fall. Lissi stood in the doorway of the building with Boid by her side. Sylvie waved her laser back and forth at the last two thugs approaching her, though her gaze kept shooting to wailing Aya by her feet. This part was tricky as the men didn’t look as if they’d be easily put off. Their angry mutters wafted to Joni’s ears as she quickened her pace in their direction.
“We only need to take one of you,” the one on the right spoke to Sylvie.
Sylvie’s hand holding the laser trembled. Bastard. No one got away with scaring her friend. Sylvie wasn’t as outwardly strong as Joni but she had a core of steel. Without each other as support both of them would have broken under the Marenians enslavement. Instead, they’d survived.
“Drop the weapon or we kill the child behind you, then the pretty blonde hovering in the doorway. One by one your friends will all die and we’ll still take you.” The one on the left ended his threat with a dark laugh.
Fear leeched the color from Sylvie’s face. Joni crept closer, she could see the worry and panic as Sylvie’s blue eyes clouded with indecision.
‘Don’t worry, girlie. I’m on this.’
The masks the men wore crinkled as they exchanged glances. They were about to make their move. The barrel of a weapon angled downward toward sweet, crying Aya. An icy chill traveled down Joni’s spine.
“Very well, the child first.”
Lissi screamed out in denial. “Nooo! Please!”
Chapter 8
Ambassador Ilamon and his wife escorted Kyele and his team to a private room where excited servants offered them drinks and food, which they each refused. Suravi was obviously a favorite and the Ambassador wiped away tears as he patted Kyele on the back.
“The people of Trin are very thankful for the help of the Jutaks. The potential of peace between us and the Bexe will be the first of its kind because of your aid this day.”
Kyele pushed back his hooded mask, the cooler air sifting through his
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