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I nodded. “Yes. I’ll accept you.”

“Then you’ll go. Will you take the shuttle to safety when it arrives?” he asked.

“I will go.” I lifted myself on my tip toes and kissed him, unable to resist his appeal.

I didn’t have to stand on my toes for long. He sat down in a plush chair and pulled me on his lap. I wanted to feel him inside me again, to drive away this fearful foreboding. It took me mere seconds to unhook his belt, slid his loin cloth aside and lift up my tunic to my waist. He was already hard as a mountain and I slid down on his cock and rode him into ecstasy.

Little did I know that Khol had already put his plans into motion and the swift turn of events left me reeling.

My chest was already packed with things with my shuttle waiting. And as Khol said, two maids and six hordesmen kneeled before me and pledged their loyalty. Even the driver did so. He sent his best medic, Trest’k with us. Being that I had already promised to go in the shuttle, I didn’t oppose or cause a scene. I kissed Khol goodbye, got on the shuttle, and they closed the door.

As the shuttled hovered above the ground, ready for transport-off, I glanced out the window. I watched as Khol drew his axe and walked toward the tree where Zorfov was tied up.

It was like watching a movie playing right out in front of me. I kind of knew what might happen, but then again, I didn’t know. I watched anyway.

One of the hordesmen loosened Zorfov’s rope and threw the guy an axe. He picked it up quickly and raised it above his head and charged straight for Khol. Zorfov never even had a chance. Khol struck and buried his axe in Zorfov’s gut. When Zorfov fell to his knees, Khol extracted his machete and swung just once, leaving a headless Zorfov on the ground.

I clutched my belly. I knew why he sent me away. Things were about to get ugly.

“Prepare for lift-off,” the driver announced and then we were gone.