His blink was slow. “What are aliens?”
“Well…you.” My grin was enormous. “Someone not of this planet.”
Dorian lifted a blond eyebrow. “The humans have a military base specifically for aliens?” He paused on a thought that didn’t please him, a definite growl entering his tone. “Are they holding hostages from S’Kir there?”
I pointed a finger straight up into the air. “Wrong aliens.”
His gaze narrowed on mine. “You are making no sense.”
“Never mind. As your twin said, it’s a boring cliché.” I walked over to the window and evaluated the missile once more. “I don’t think we should destroy it. I think we should target something and send it flying.”
Aiko stepped next to me. “It flies?”
“You bet your ass, it does.”
He rubbed his hands together again. “This, I would like to see.”
“Where would you aim it?” Dorian questioned in a bored tone. “The alien base?”
“No, that would ruin all of our fun.” I tapped my pointer finger against my lips, thinking of different locations. “I believe I would like to see a large hole where I once lived with someone. If we wiped that location off the map, I wouldn’t be too upset.”
“Do they still live there?” Dorian’s interest was piqued.
“No, your brother already killed him.”
“Ah, a previous lover then.”
“You would be correct.”
King Belshazzar stepped back inside the room, the previous one definitely soundproof. “All right. We can’t destroy the missile. I’ve got coordinates for where they want to use it.”
Aiko’s eyes met mine. “Maybe another day?”
I sniffed. I knew the likelihood of that happening.
Never.
“You have ruined your soul mate’s fun, brother,” Dorian teased. “She already had plans for that penis weapon.”
Bel glanced in my direction and lifted his brows in silent question.
I shrugged my right shoulder. “It isn’t important. What location do they want to have removed from the face of the earth?”
“Here.” Dorian pointed down at the ground. “Once our people are gone.”
“To send a lasting message?”
“Exactly.”
I nodded in approval. “That is anicemessage.”
* * *
The four of us stood far,faraway from Kapustin Yar. Or what once was the Russian military base. The cloud that lifted so high in the sky from the blast was tremendous and eye-opening—even if I could use a catnap. We watched on in awe of the destruction that we had wrought.
Dorian grunted. “I want one of those back home.”
Lord Belshazzar laughed softly, bumping his brother’s shoulder with his own. “You’re jealous.”
