While I’d beentryingmy best to tamp down the urge to rescue my mate at the slightest threat, there were still instances—like this one—where I clearly needed to step in with a few threats, possibly some violence.
What a hardship.
“You are S-Stellarians….” the Hydrassian I was now restraining with my tendrils idiotically observed.
Micah’s chest—where a piece of me was permanently lodged—puffed up with pride at being classified as such.
I wish it was true…
“Fuck yes, we are!” he crowed, shooting me a wink before glaring at our captive. “So maybe you should think twice about cornering one who’s just trying to shop for a nanny bot, huh?”
Nanny bot?
My gaze flickered to a bright gold droid next to Micah, and I realized my perfect mate had discovered a solution for our noticeablelackof “Tendril Touchy Time.”
We are taking a bot with us.
“We simply wished to offerourservices instead.” The Hydrassian’s sibilant tone brought me back to the task at hand.
Interrogation.
My favorite thing.
“Exactlywhywould we allowyouanywhere near our offspring?” I snarled, oddly enraged at the idea, considering Pedro wasn’t actually mine.
“Because we know what it issss…” they hissed, vainly straining against my tendrils. “What it isworth.”
“Worth?” Micah wrapped his arms around the contents of the baby sling before growling. “You think we’dSELLOUR CHILD?!”
Commander Babygirl is angry.
So fucking attractive.
The Hydrassian briefly shrank from my stellar collision’s intensity before scoffing. “You think you would be given theopportunityto sell? Killing you both would be a far easier solution, especially with how many planets—how manygalaxies—are searching for theTrol.”
Trol?
“Trol…” Micah murmured, most likely as confused as I was.
“Is that why I’ve spotted no less than six Hydrassians following us today?” I scoffed in return. “Including the two currently hiding in the stall directly across from us—no doubt waiting for you to die and get out of their way?”
Because you will be dying.
“What?” Micah yelped, his pretty brown eyes widening as he glanced around. “I mean, yeah! Why are Hydrassians following us?”
An excellent question.
“Answer him.” I tightened my hold, allowing my tendrils to grow sharp along their edges, just to hear the creature cry out in pain. “And don’t try to deny it.”
The Hydrassian choked out a dry cough. “A fellow mercenary, we see. Come now, Stellarian… We all do what we need to in order to survive.”
What?!
“Hydrassian’s are notmercenaries,”I snapped, confused by this unexpected intel. “You are seers.Recluses.The only time you leave your humid planet is to gather supplies for your ridiculous rituals.”
Supplies like…
“This wouldn’t have anything to do withkarnilian,would it?” I growled, thinking of the oddly agitated Hydrassian on Stellaria attacking gem dealers in search of the illegal stone.
