“It would seem if I am to get anything done here, I have to promise my departure,” Deus says, not looking at me, butinstead concentrating on the other warlords in front of him. “It is the only language they know.”
“If you go, I will come with you.”
Deus finally looks at me.
“I would not want you to leave this place.”
“Why? It’s clearly not safe.” I turn my gaze on Darax and Driok. “I’d rather come with you and get my friends to join me.”
Both warlords visibly flinch.
“I’ll take this to Dante,” Darax says.
“I’ll set up the scanners,” Driok says with a huff of smoke.
Deus and I watch as they hurry away.
“It would appear we make a good team, my little ember,” Deus says.
I smile up at my feral warlord. “It would appear we do.”
“Let’s hope it will be enough.” Deus’s face darkens. “Because I never want to leave you. And I never will.”
DEUS
The mere thought of being taken from my mate again has my mating gland pumping the mix twice the usual amount, or so it seems. The fact I was taken in the first place is enough for the warrior in me to want significant destruction. But while my mate is here, by my side, there will be nothing unless it is to keep her safe.
My claws are for her, and for her alone.
I have Lydia in my arms when my comm chimes.
“You nevver,” Dante rasps into it. “Where did you get this thing?”
“It was put around my neck. Hope to the ancestors I do not put it around yours,” I growl back.
“Driok is scanning for the lifeforms I identified on it at this moment,” Dante says. “He should have a match shortly, providing there is anything, and Driok is adamant there is not.”
“He would say that. It is his job to keep Sarkarnii on Vorostor, and all enemies off world,” I grumble under my breath.
“Driok has appraised me of the situation, Deus,” Dalox growls, striding towards us. “Should there be anything onVorostor, as you suspect, you will not engage with it, not on your own.” Dalox strides towards us.
Unable to stop myself, I tuck my mate behind me. She squirms a little and I rather like it.
“I will do what I see fit,” I respond.
Lydia comes away from behind me, her hand on my chest, warm and fragrant.
“Deus,” she says, and I avert my eyes from Dalox, dangerous as it may be. “Maybe it’s time to work together?” Her eyes study my face. “Because together we are always stronger.”
“Are we?”
“If it wasn’t for my friends, I couldn’t have persuaded Darax and Driok to come looking for you. I couldn’t have done it on my own,” she says. “But together, we were able to move a bunch of big bad Sarkarnii warlords into action.” A smile plays over her lips.
I lift my head to glare at Dalox. “Fine. I will wait for your orders, on this occasion.” I wrinkle my nose.
“What is that?” Lydia asks. “The smell?”
“Hold your breath,” I fire at Dalox. “It’s the gas they used on me.”
