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Not that it mattered. He was certain Sienna could shed far more light about their common enemy. It was in her best interest to do so. Knowledge was power, and armed with that knowledge, he and his people had a far greater chance of eliminating the Dronians.
His breath snagged at the back of his throat. With any luck, that would happen before the Dronians eliminated Sienna. It would be a travesty of the highest order for his clever and gorgeous quarry to no longer exist.
Ignoring the tightening across his chest, he decompressed the club and pushed it into his pants pocket before he wielded the rapier through the air. It was light and sharp, but more importantly it was ancient and echoed with a thousand deaths. It was the perfect sword to kill a Dronian whose magical blood was neutralized against ancient weapons that had taken many lives.
He sucked in another, deeper breath, his nose again scrunching at the putrid scent even as he noted the whereabouts of the river thanks to its rich scent of elements and trace minerals. If he found the water, he’d no doubt find Sienna. But first, he had an enemy to eliminate.
He ran toward the back of the now slow-moving train, using the wooden sleepers that stuck out the side of the rails to avoid the sharp stones while placing most of the weight on his toes to quieten his retreat.
His priceless boots were made of a special blend of raregada-gadahide and even rarershrannasap, which combined made his footwear as light as spider’s webbing and as soundless as a whisper. That they were near indestructible and molded to his feet as though they were specially designed for him was just an added benefit. To many others, his boots, along with his under-armor made of the same hide, were worth more than his bounty hunter services.
Little wonder he had trust issues. If those criminals and fugitives he’d captured and received a bounty for weren’t already out to kill him, then the people who craved his footwear and under-armor most certainly were.
He had far too many enemies, including these new ones, the Dronians. Those same Dronians would soon be his people’s enemy too, if he didn’t hurry up and find answers. His emperor hadn’t sent him to Earth for nothing. He had to do everything in his power to uncover any information about the vile creatures. Even if that meant kidnapping Sienna and holding her against her will until she released every scrap of intel about them.
His breath shuddered out. He’d made it his mission to hunt Sienna, the only woman of the seven surviving Strazanians. Not because her being female made her weak, quite the contrary. He was man enough to admit he was attracted to her and the powers she wielded, which could never be underestimated.
He had no way of knowing if herrareabilities had grown stronger or weaker here on Earth, and perhaps that was what made him even harder for her. Either way, she made quite the adversary! That she’d evaded him once again should have disheartened him. Instead, adrenaline fired through his veins, the thrill of the hunt charging him up like nothing he’d ever experienced before.
His hand on his dick wasn’t going to be enough this time. He needed Sienna beneath him, groaning his name while her nails raked down his back and his shaft filled her while she orgasmed hard.
The train made one lastscreechingnoise before the carriage wheels settled fully onto their rails and eerie quietness descended.
Thud.
He was startled back to the present by a Dronian dropping out of the carriage and onto the ground. That the aliens must have managed to board the train while it was still moving sent a shiver down his spine. He and Sienna had only just avoided their enemy.
He leaped on to the small ladder welded to the back of the end carriage, where he hung one-handed while he relied on his exceptional hearing to ascertain what the Dronian was doing.
That it was a soldier and not a scout was easy enough to work out thanks to its clicks and snuffles. The Dronian scouts had a different style of language to the soldiers, like they were a whole other species. Perhaps they were? The scouts were far smaller and more fragile, which made them easier to kill. But beyond that, he knew very little about either of the Dronians.
None of his people did.
Hence his deployment here to Earth. It was the last frontier before the Dronians would no doubt target his world, Gorema. It was clear enough to every other living, sentient being that the Dronians wanted to be all-powerful. That they didn’t seem interested in destroying the humans revealed how little a threat they were to the bloodthirsty aliens.
Another thud sounded, indicating one more Dronian soldier had dropped from the carriage onto the ground. Its subsequent snarl revealed it was likely at the top of the hierarchy, possibly even the leader of a larger squadron of soldiers. Gray’s lips twitched into a hard smile. That it appeared they were the only two Dronians here made it much nicer odds.
He peered around the back of the carriage to get a visual, his pupils dilating. Definitely soldiers. Their stone-gray bodies were thick with muscle, their torsos natural armor protecting their vital organs. Their powerful, biped back legs kept them easily upright, while the talons on both their short front and long back legs could easily eviscerate their prey.
One of them lifted its shorter front leg and extended its bloodied talons before it proceeded to lick off the sticky redness. Gray’s stomach compressed, the cut on his throat tingling. That was his blood the Dronian was enjoying, he was certain of it. It was common knowledge Dronian blood was a syrupy purple color.
He withdrew back behind the end carriage as the other Dronian lifted its head in the air and drew in a deep breath. Though how the foul creatures could smell anything over their own stench was beyond him. He climbed the ladder one-handed, keeping a firm grip on the rapier. He wouldn’t leave until he’d killed the two soldiers. The last thing he wanted was for them to bring in more soldiers.
The train creaked and rolled forward, moving slowly again. He was almost level to the Dronians when he dropped onto the ground from above them, catching them completely off guard.
He grinned manically. “Boo.”
The one closest to him hissed in shocked surprise a second before Gray cleaved off its head. The body crumpled as the headsplattedonto the ground. But the bigger one, which he guessed was the leader, had already jumped high into the air.
Gray skipped back out of range from where it landed, its talons extended. But though he swung the rapier, the blade ricocheted off its torso, its armor too robust even with the ancient blade that had created many deaths.
Gray’s pulse surged as he retreated another dozen steps and the Dronian stalked toward him with its uneven gait, its razor-sharp talons extended and its beady eyes zeroing in on him with murderous intent.
Come and get me, motherfucker.
Its muscles bunched, and he readied for its next launching attack by taking more steps back. But instead of taking to the air, it bounded forward, catching him unawares...as did the railway line that had branched off from the main one behind him, tripping him up.
He stumbled and the Dronian slashed its talons across his cheek and his upraised arm as he tried to protect his face. The strike was enough to make him topple onto his ass. Blood spurted from his fresh wounds, the sting as much to his pride as it was physical, the blade clattering loudly against the rails as it fell from his grip.
