Page 57 of The Death Games


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I was nothing more than an irritant, a buzzing gnat.

He seemed to have eyes only for Talan, the prize he so desperately sought.

We had killed the other alien males, and the Zylvari was on the verge of taking advantage of all our hard-fought victories.

In that dire moment, there was a sudden shift in Talan’s eyes.

They darted to his left, staring intently at something.

Following his gaze, I spotted a small, spherical object lying half-buried in the underbrush.

Recognizing the look of desperate intent in his eyes, my brain clicked.

He needed that object.

Even as the world blurred with my tears and fear, I lunged for it.

My arm snagged on the handcuffs binding us.

I can’t wait to be free from this thing!

I stretched but couldn’t reach the device.

The only way was for Talan to shift his position.

But with the Zylvari’s weight bearing down on him, its claws wrapped around his throat, I thought it unlikely.

Instead, he relaxed his grip on the Zylvari’s arms, what he’d been defending himself with, opening himself up to the Zylvari’s full strength now as he crushed his throat.

Talan wouldn’t have long now, not with little oxygen entering his lungs.

He outstretched his arm, allowing me to stretch further, a few more inches.

My fingertips grazed the device’s hard exterior but I couldn’t grip it.

Stretched a little further, I finally seized it.

It wasn’t large, fitting snugly in the palm of my hand.

I immediately placed it in Talan’s hand.

His fingers, trembling from the lack of oxygen, wrapped around it, and with a swift, sure motion, activated the device.

A light beep emanated from the sphere, followed by a pulsating glow.

The Zylvari’s eyes widened in sudden realization as Talan, with the last of his strength, slapped the now-active grenade onto the creature’s back.

For a split second, time seemed to stretch, the scene before me playing out in agonizing slow motion.

The Zylvari, in a desperate attempt to remove the device from his fur, lunged backward, releasing Talan, who coughed and sputtered, massaging his neck.

“Are you okay?” I said stupidly.

He was almost strangled to death!

Of course he’s not okay!

The Zylvari seized the explosive that now clung to him, the adhesive unyielding.

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