He had to protect Freya.
“You have no right to do this! I am part of the peace talks!” Freya cried out as the Terran shoved her to the ground.
He aimed his weapon at her. “I know. That’s why he wants you dead. Not to say we can’t have some fun first.”
“Who would do this?” Freya asked, her voice breaking and trembling.
“The Emperor. Who else?”
One of the Charro spoke up. “Quit playing with her and do the job.”
The Terran faced him. “Why? Jealous?”
“The others are still out there.”
The Terran shrugged. “True. Besides, it might be more fun with royalty than a commoner.” He took aim.
“No, please. I’ll do whatever you want,” Freya cried. “Just don’t hurt the others.”
“You're not better than any common whore,” the Terran said. “You just get prettier dresses.”
She sat up straighter. “I can do anything you desire. Just leave the princesses out of it.”
“No.”
Kian did not think.
He did not process.
He just reacted.
Energy exploded from him like a sonic blast.
A bomb that originated from him.
The last thing he heard was Freya screaming.
17
“Did you see that?” Veta asked, the ship rocking as they headed toward the signal on Sol-5.
“Hard to miss an explosion like that,” Wrathin replied.
“What was that?” Veta asked.
“I do not know.”
They circled the ship before closing in on the location. The blast radius could be seen from above, rippling in three definitive tiers away from the center.
And in the center?
A Rhimodian and a Terran.
The Terran was wearing a dress.
For a moment, Veta couldn’t breathe as Wrathin brought the ship in for a landing.
Who was it?
