Page 69 of Guardian's Destiny

I leaned against the wall. "Then enlighten me."

"We don't have time," she moved back to the opening. "That ship is in the perfect position."

My cheek brushed hers as I joined her looking out. She was right. The ship that had brought the Arkhevariwasin perfect position for us to sneak aboard. Frygg, her nearness was intoxicating. I was frygging furious with her, yet all I wanted was to take her into my arms and kiss her.

She turned so suddenly that our noses collided. Mine was still sore from before,when a rock had hit me right before she had almost fallen to her death, eliciting a sharp curse from me, not only because of the pain but also because of the reminder of how I had almost lost her. I never wanted to go through that experience again.

"Sorry," she mumbled, but she didn't look sorry. Her expression was set in a determined mask I had come to get to know.

"Oh no." I waved my hands.

She took the hem of my shirt into her hands, fisted it, and looking up at me, said, "I need you to trust me on this Vraax. I swear I will explain everything later. But right now, I need to free Zapharos, and you need to get that ship going."

"No way," I growled.

She pulled me down until we were nose to nose again. Her eyes threw flames at me. "You owe me, Space Guardian. You owe me a lot, so I'm calling it in. You will take those Ohrurs to that ship and get it ready to take off the second I'm back with Zapharos."

Words escaped me. I had never seen her this commanding before, and honestly, it was not only hot as hell, but part of me was ready to obey her.

Her features softened slightly. "Trust me, Vraax. I was trained for this, and now I have even better weapons than I ever had on Earth."

I had seen her fight, had seen her in action. Had sparred with her, watched her fight the damn robot. She was a force to be reckoned with, but every part inside me screamed at me to not let my mate out of my sight. To not let her walk into danger by herself.

"Don't ask this of me," I pressed out.

"Alright, I won't ask you. I command you to," she replied, mystifying me. She snatched my comm and logged into a Pandraxian database. She pulled up a cube and turned it to stare me right in the face before I had a chance to laugh at her ridiculous statement. Nobody commanded a Space Guardian.

Once my eyes adjusted to the screen right in front of them, I felt my jaw drop wide open. What the frygg? There, right in front of me, was an Imperial Seal. I had only ever seen one in my life before, and that was when a mandate came through from the Ohrurs that these writs had to be followed.

This Seal gave Sloane not only authority to command whatever Imperial Forces she deemed necessary but also any other organization that worked with the Pandraxian Empire. Including me, or it would have included me when I was still working for the Ohrurs…

I didn't even finish the thought because something else entered my mind. The Seal was signed by no other than Emperor Daryus. "Daryus? This is the Daryus you needed to send a message to?"

She nodded.

I swallowed.

Well, frygg.

I stared at her in utter disbelief, feeling like a fool. A complete fool.

"I wouldn't do this if I didn't have to," she urged. "So much depends on you and me right now. You don't even know the half of it yet. Please. Trust. Me."

Trust her.

She had requested the very same thing from me before, and I hadn't given it to her then.

"You were right when you said earlier that I don't know the first thing about spaceships, which is why you need to get it ready while I'll get Zapharos." She added.

Frygg, she was right. I hated it when she was right.

"Now, go get our prisoners and get to that ship, Space Guardian." Again, her voice was commanding, proving she was used to giving orders to soldiers, lots of soldiers. And again my cock strained against my pants. I wanted her now more than ever. But I was also very aware that I had messed up.

Big time.

I should have trusted her and taken her to Astrionis when she asked me to.

Now, I had a choice to make.

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