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“Voss has never lied to us.”

“Until now,”I scoffed.

“Bet Voss said we were powerful psychics,”Aunt Tess inserted.

“Yes.”Azeus’s back hit the wall.“Do not come any closer.”

I gave him a disappointed pout.“I thought you were interested in some bed sport?”

“With you? Never.”

“There’s no need to be rude.”

Swinging her hips like a streetwalker, Aunt Tess sauntered up to the nauseated warrior.“How do you feel about a twofer?”

A look of utter horror on his face, Azeus teleported away.

I burst out laughing. “I thought warlords never ran.”

“Rho seems to be the only Coletti who can tolerate the smell.”

“And Voss. Two very formidable warriors who will be difficult to defeat,” I added.

“Even if we kicked their butts, where would be go? The surface is still radioactive, and stealing a warbird is out. We would never get past the million death satellites surrounding Tanith,” Aunt Tess stated.

“Death satellites?”

“Yep, Voss made a point of showing them to me. Any ship without the proper codes gets blown to smithereens.”

“We’ll figure something out. We always do,” I said.

Chapter Five

A prickly feeling grew in my head. My internal radar had never failed me yet “Incoming hostiles.”

“I sense them,” Aunt Tess said.

Three thin warriors dressed like Genghis Khan wannabes appeared in the room. Their lacquered red body armor gleamed under the lights. Funky domed helmets with antlers covered their heads. Their amber eyes glowed with a fanatical light.

“Whoa! They look like extras from some fourth-century samurai war movie,” I remarked.

“No, more like zealot warriors on a mission from God.” Aunt Tess pointed at the metallic masks covering their noses and mouths. “How did they know they would need protection?”

“Good question.” A cold thread of fear snaked up my back. “The Battle Commander’s security has been breached. I’m sensing more bad guys nearby.” I extended my psychic senses. “One of them is a woman with a few screws loose.”

“The proper term iscuckoo, and her men are equally schizo. All their auras are dark and filled with rage.” My aunt swiped at the sweat suddenly rolling down her face. “Is it hot in here? Or is it me?”

Oh hell. As grandma used to say,“When life throws lemons at you, make lemonade.”The warriors were about to find out what happened when an estrogen-depleted woman got angry. And it wasn’t pretty.

As one, the warriors pulled their swords from their scabbards.

Aunt Tess’s smile rivaled the Battle Commander’s. “Bring it.”

Menopause was such a joy. One minute my aunt was a normal human being, the next she was an incarnation of Attila the Hun.

“Might be a good idea to give Rho a holler.” I glanced around for something I could use as a weapon.

Aunt Tess snarled. “We don’t need that bastard’s help. Do you doubt my abilities?”

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