that?”
Xarn pretended interest in the ceiling while Brax shot him a glare. “Someone accidentally divulged it while in the throes of coitus, but don’t worry, we have a backup plan.”
“Does it involve killing things? Because I’m really in the mood to shed some blood right now,” Jaro growled.
“And start a war?” Brax replied. “You know how your brother hates that.”
Tren, Jaro’s brother, once the greatest mercenary in the galaxy, now a cutthroat politician on the galactic council.
If he started trouble, his older sibling would probably sign the order to execute Jaro himself, and smile while doing it.
“Fine, no killing things then. What’s your plan?” he asked with a sigh.
The matching grins did not reassure him at all.
* * * *
20
Intentional Abduction – Eve Langlais At first, Aylia almost missed him. The intriguing male warrior had chosen his disguise well. If it hadn’t been for the bumbling purple idiots following him, trying to appear discreet while doing anything but, she might have. One look at his outfit, and she blessed the stars she’d caught his masquerade.
Dressed like a whorehouse assassin, a special breed that no one messed with, he’d shed his trousers for a skimpy loincloth that cupped his impressive man parts. His skin appeared gray instead of his natural purple-mauve color. A knotted rope made a dark line across his chest and she could just see the gleam of silver daggers tucked under his arm, and she’d wager he carried a sword down strapped to his back.
Crisscrossing one of his arms, more rope decorated him, the winding pattern bringing attention to his bulging bicep. According to the computer databanks she’d studied, the special twining he sported required just a flick to come undone and serve as a whip. The elegance of the design delighted the fighter in her.
He also wore knee-high black boots, the gleam of the hilts tucked into them winking as he walked. The crowning touch to his ensemble, though, was the emerald cape. It covered his head, leaving only his eyes visible, piercing orbs that swept over her cloaked figure and dismissed her. The silken material flowed in his wake as he stalked through the 21
Intentional Abduction – Eve Langlais crowd, every inch the warrior, and someone the aliens dove out of their way to avoid. In this quadrant, sex ruled, and those who meted out the pleasure controlled everything.
When they sent one of their enforcers out, unmatched assassins, or so the records said, only the stupid stood in their way.
And apparently the Lxroakian’s suffered from a lack of mental faculty, along with ugliness, because they crowded the spaceport docking bay and began braying as they pushed and shoved their way in the direction of a male who would father her first child.
Completely unacceptable.
Getting involved seemed like the only option when the dozens of brutes closed in on him, the shrill screaming of a female sounding over the din, and making Aylia’s lips tighten in displeasure.
“Don’t hurt him. He needs to be able to perform after the wedding ceremony.”
Sorry, but this male is mine, Aylia thought with a growl.
Sweeping through the gawking crowd, she made it to the rear of the ranks of the gargantuan aliens. Sliding her blade from her sheathe with only the slightest whisper, she danced among them.
Pantariste had taught her many tactics for battle. In this case, the strategy she fell upon was inelegantly known as, 22
Intentional Abduction – Eve Langlais
“how to defeat a much larger enemy who also outnumbers you.” Personally, Aylia thought they should have renamed it to “frukxed.” Despite the name of the situation, she had a solution. Without warning, she incapacitated the towering guards. Winding through them, her body weaving and spinning, her sharp blade sliced through the tendons of their legs, right at the joint, collapsing the giant brutes. It wasn’t her usual permanent solution of death, however, given the
Xarn pretended interest in the ceiling while Brax shot him a glare. “Someone accidentally divulged it while in the throes of coitus, but don’t worry, we have a backup plan.”
“Does it involve killing things? Because I’m really in the mood to shed some blood right now,” Jaro growled.
“And start a war?” Brax replied. “You know how your brother hates that.”
Tren, Jaro’s brother, once the greatest mercenary in the galaxy, now a cutthroat politician on the galactic council.
If he started trouble, his older sibling would probably sign the order to execute Jaro himself, and smile while doing it.
“Fine, no killing things then. What’s your plan?” he asked with a sigh.
The matching grins did not reassure him at all.
* * * *
20
Intentional Abduction – Eve Langlais At first, Aylia almost missed him. The intriguing male warrior had chosen his disguise well. If it hadn’t been for the bumbling purple idiots following him, trying to appear discreet while doing anything but, she might have. One look at his outfit, and she blessed the stars she’d caught his masquerade.
Dressed like a whorehouse assassin, a special breed that no one messed with, he’d shed his trousers for a skimpy loincloth that cupped his impressive man parts. His skin appeared gray instead of his natural purple-mauve color. A knotted rope made a dark line across his chest and she could just see the gleam of silver daggers tucked under his arm, and she’d wager he carried a sword down strapped to his back.
Crisscrossing one of his arms, more rope decorated him, the winding pattern bringing attention to his bulging bicep. According to the computer databanks she’d studied, the special twining he sported required just a flick to come undone and serve as a whip. The elegance of the design delighted the fighter in her.
He also wore knee-high black boots, the gleam of the hilts tucked into them winking as he walked. The crowning touch to his ensemble, though, was the emerald cape. It covered his head, leaving only his eyes visible, piercing orbs that swept over her cloaked figure and dismissed her. The silken material flowed in his wake as he stalked through the 21
Intentional Abduction – Eve Langlais crowd, every inch the warrior, and someone the aliens dove out of their way to avoid. In this quadrant, sex ruled, and those who meted out the pleasure controlled everything.
When they sent one of their enforcers out, unmatched assassins, or so the records said, only the stupid stood in their way.
And apparently the Lxroakian’s suffered from a lack of mental faculty, along with ugliness, because they crowded the spaceport docking bay and began braying as they pushed and shoved their way in the direction of a male who would father her first child.
Completely unacceptable.
Getting involved seemed like the only option when the dozens of brutes closed in on him, the shrill screaming of a female sounding over the din, and making Aylia’s lips tighten in displeasure.
“Don’t hurt him. He needs to be able to perform after the wedding ceremony.”
Sorry, but this male is mine, Aylia thought with a growl.
Sweeping through the gawking crowd, she made it to the rear of the ranks of the gargantuan aliens. Sliding her blade from her sheathe with only the slightest whisper, she danced among them.
Pantariste had taught her many tactics for battle. In this case, the strategy she fell upon was inelegantly known as, 22
Intentional Abduction – Eve Langlais
“how to defeat a much larger enemy who also outnumbers you.” Personally, Aylia thought they should have renamed it to “frukxed.” Despite the name of the situation, she had a solution. Without warning, she incapacitated the towering guards. Winding through them, her body weaving and spinning, her sharp blade sliced through the tendons of their legs, right at the joint, collapsing the giant brutes. It wasn’t her usual permanent solution of death, however, given the
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