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I stifled a chuckle.
The five of us moved quickly on then, back out of the shadows of the tent into the darkness of night. We moved off the beaten path, careful to watch our step and to make as little noise as possible. The camp was quiet, on low alert. Surprisingly, we made it to the medical row in far less time than I thought we would and without incident.
There were five small tents in total.
“Body heat scanner activate,” Roan whispered quietly, his voice nearly inaudible.
After a long moment, he informed us of six females within the range of the temperature of a human body. All the tents were dark, except for the last one.
In the shadows on the tent walls, we could see one additional figure, likely a Vakarran. Maybe it was a doctor or some member of the medical staff, but regardless, we’d have to take care of him first before we could move in to rescue the rest of the women. We moved on down the line, careful not to make a sound until we were standing before the entrance.
That’s when I began to hear the sounds inside.
He was grunting. She was on her back, crying and pleading for him to stop. Her voice was hoarse, and I could hear her pain. My stomach rolled in both disgust and anger.
Inside, the man began to chuckle, before laughing louder and louder. I could feel my men begin to feel uneasy. My own heart leapt in my throat and my blood pumped through my veins, filled with anxiety.
A bird squawked loudly in the distance, and we all jumped in alarm.
“Welcome back, Third Battalion,” the man said from within the tent and my blood ran cold. He knew we were there.
And there was no doubt in my mind that it was Commander Nix.
The woman cried out for help and the sound of a loud slap echoed inside. I gritted my teeth in anger, wanting to react but deciding against it until we could come up with a plan. The sound of a boot scuffing against the ground sounded, the jingle of a belt and the closing of a zipper
made me feel sick. Then, to my horror, the door to the tent opened and there he was. He walked out and left the girl inside, and I could hear her crying still.
Whatever he had done to her, it was bad. I was afraid of what we might find.
Carefully, Roan and the others moved in front of me, blocking me from Nix. I was still hiding with my camouflage ability, as were the others, but I didn’t know if Nix could sense me as he could with my Vakarrans.
Nervously, I waited, watching as Nix grinned at the four of them.
“No need to hide. I know you’re there,” he said and eventually Roan and my Vakarrans dropped their invisibility, but I didn’t. Instead, I just waited, legs bent and ready to run at any moment.
“Nix,” Roan spat, his disdain apparent.
“Dropping all manner of respect then? I’ll remember that,” Nix goaded, his expression turning dangerous. His dark eyes glimmered in the moonlight and even though I had the protection of all four of my men, Nix still made me a little anxious.
“You’re a fucking monster,” Xandaar said. “What did you do to her?” I knew what he was thinking. He’d told me that he’d had to fix Nix’s mistakes, to heal all the humans he had hurt.
“I gave her just what she deserves,” Nix smirked.
Crouching down, I moved slowly to the right. Not even one of my Vakarrans looked my way, but even more important, Nix didn’t. I reached down and silently unholstered my weapon, holding it with both hands as I crept to the side. Nix walked forward then, toward my Vakarrans, still not sensing me.
I began to grow more confident. The only explanation was that he couldn’t sense me. He didn’t know I was here. I was completely invisible, as long as I didn’t make a sound, or let down my ability.
“Did you bring me Danika Stryke? Are you hiding her somewhere for me?” Nix questioned, crossing his arms over his chest. He was supremely confident, despite being in front of four Vakarrans who clearly wanted to kill him. He smirked, his eyes staying steady on Roan.
I stopped then, observing.
“I’d rather slit your throat then let you lay a finger on her again,” Zac growled.
Taraik placed a hand on Zac’s shoulder, preventing him from moving forward. I watched his fingers, and then they ticked forward, pointing to me and then to Nix. At first, I thought it was a mistake, but then he did it again. He was signaling to me.
Taraik, the closest thing to an empath I’d ever met, could sense me. None of the others could. I didn’t think he could verify my exact location, but he’d always known how I felt, known what I needed above the others. He’d always been my protector and been able to gauge my capabilities. He trusted me, and I trusted him. I trusted them all.
I lifted my gun and leveled the sight in Nix’s direction. No one moved in my direction.
