“Darc tried to detain us.”
Eos shot the hunter a venomous look. Niklas was now behind her, his pistol pressed to the back of her neck.
“What will we do with her?” Eos asked.
Zayn moved forward. “Plenty of people in the quadrant want her dead or in chains.”
Dathan nodded. “I hear Lord Garmin Peltor really likes you, Darc. Wants to add you to his harem. Think we might drop her off at his palace.”
The hunter’s face paled. The only reaction he’d ever seen from her. “I’ll be no one’s slave.”
She exploded upward, smacking her head into Niklas’ chin. He fell backward, and she was on him in a flash, grabbing at his weapon.
Shit, Dathan couldn’t get a clear shot. Niklas used his heavier weight to try to pin her, but Darc was quick and fought dirty.
The wrestling ended with both of them on their knees, Darc holding the pistol to Nik’s chest, and Nik holding his backup laser blade to the side of her neck.
Standoff. Not good.
Eos’ fingers gripped Dathan’s arm like talons. He caught Zayn’s eye, warning him to be ready.
“We both know you won’t kill me, Nera,” Nik said.
“You don’t know me.” She pressed the gun deeper into his chest. “You have no idea what I’m capable of.”
Great, Nik was just going to sit there and let the bitch kill him. Dathan flicked a look at Eos, then the vault, then back to his brother.
Screw this. He lifted a foot and brought it down.
On a pressure sensor.
There was a faint buzz as an energy field shimmered to life at the opening to the tunnel. The ground beneath them trembled.
Darc and Niklas both looked up.
“What the fuck have you done?” Darc demanded.
A whooshing sound filled the cavern.
From holes at the top of the walls, sand rushed into the room like waterfalls.
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
Sand gathered at Eos’ ankles. Fast.
She looked straight at Dathan. “I’d ask if you have a plan, but I can guess what you’ll say.”
He shot her a grin. “Best you don’t ask.”
Her heart jumped. That grin was quickly becoming her downfall. “How about you get us out of here? Quickly.”
He scanned the rapidly filling chamber. “Booby traps always have an off switch.”
“Really? I thought they were designed to keep people away from the treasure.”
“Sure. But greed is greed. The treasure owners need to get back to their treasure, hence a kill switch.”
“Please don’t use the word ‘kill’ right now.”
