It took the cybernetics a moment to respond.
Four Terrans, closing in on this position.
He glanced at Veta and gritted his teeth. Who was this female Terran? Why were her own people looking for her? Was she a danger to the peace talks? Now, though, he must focus on his protocol and keep her safe until reunited with the rest of the ambassadors.
If they all survived.
He raised his hand and held up four fingers. She nodded, and rolled her wrist, adjusting the grip on her blade.
The Terrans found the cave.
“Found them!” one said as soon as he entered.
The others descended.
Wrathin didn’t give them much chance.
Swipe.
Stab.
Veta pulled away one and slammed him against the wall, the two immediately fighting hard.
Wrathin worked hard, fighting two at once. A stab. A swipe.
One tried to bring his weapon up, but Wrathin knocked the device from his hand.
It clattered across the cave floor.
One hit him over the head, and he grabbed him and hurled him across the cave. Bones cracked when he crashed.
The other, Wrathin dropped with his blade.
The last one came at Wrathin, blaster at the ready.
Wrathin clenched his weapons, ready to attack.
Crunch.
The man crumpled.
Veta stood on the other side, blood drops on her face and skin.
He grabbed her and pulled her to him. “Are you—” he said. Wrathin’s body vibrated with energy and adrenalin. He could feel her own rapid heart rate and her heavy breathing.
She clutched him and smashed her body against his.
Something more pulsed through him—The Cravings burned in a way he’d not known. In a way, he needed it. He needed it a lot.
Veta groaned and put her hand on the back of his head.
Pulled her toward him.
Their lips met.
It was hard. Intrusive. Wet.
And maybe the most incredible thing Wrathin had ever felt.
