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Zarek smiled wickedly at his mate and out slid his snake. Holy guacamole, it was enormous! I quickly cut our link. I was never going to be able to look at the Overlord again without seeing his man parts.

As I trotted down the long walkway, my Spidey sense began to prickle. Something was wrong. But what? I psychically scanned the area. My gaze froze on a pair of antlers sticking out of a bush. How had the warlords missed this wannabe? A quick mind scan and I knew. The Legionnaire was as close to brain dead as you could get. I linked with Kaylee,“Tell your big, bad warlord he missed one.”

“Where?”

Before I could answer, a crackling red energy storm engulfed me, and agony seared every nerve ending. A scream tore from me as violent muscle spasms contorted my body. My arms and legs slammed repeatedly against the ground. I fought to stay conscious.

Kaylee cried,“Sarah! Tell me what’s happening.”

“Attacked,”I moaned.

The Genghis Khan wannabe literally pranced over to me and smirked.“Lilkee has planned an exquisite death for you and all the half-breeds.”He slammed the butt of his laser rifle against my head, and everything went black.

Chapter Eight

Something jumped up and down on my nose.“No dead. No dead.”

Someone was dead?

“No dead. No dead.”

Who’s dead? Couldn’t be me, could it? I groaned as pain ricocheted around my skull. Didn’t feel dead. It felt like someone was doing the rumba on my noggin. Did the Tai-Kok shoot me down? No. They ate downed pilots. Had I gone on a bender? Gotten into a bar fight? Why couldn’t I remember?

“No dead. No dead,”the relentless voice kept repeating, and something wouldn’t stop bouncing on my face.

“Arrgh! Not dead. Stop bouncing. I’ve got a killer headache.”I gingerly touched the throbbing spot on my head. Who hit me?

“Up. Up. Up,”the voice in my head demanded. Silky legs pried my right eyelid open.“Bad man. Bad man.”

Bad man? What bad man? My vision cleared, and I blinked at the little emerald eyes staring back at me.“KeeKee?”

“Grandma says no can find. You go. Now!”

My brain didn’t want to work.“What happened?”

“Thorn man hurt you.”

“Thorn?”

The image of a wannabe formed in my battered brain.“He mean. Hit you. Big owie. Me jump on bad man. Glitter light come. We here. No like glitter light. Me want go home.”

Everything abruptly clicked into place. I wasn’t in Kansas anymore. Tihar. The oh-so-friendly warlords and the pampered princess’s attack. Some prick with antlers had stunned me and followed it up with a rifle butt to the head. Once I got my hands on the bastard, I was going to put those antlers where the sun didn’t shine.

KeeKee patted my cheek.“We go now?”

“We go now.”

The little Tabor crawled into my hair.

My scalp twitched. What was it with spiders and hair?

KeeKee whined,“Me hungry.”

Kids. Always hungry or needing to pee.“There aren’t any bugs in here. You’ll have to munch on wannabe bits or wait until we get out of here.”

Her legs poked about my blood-covered tresses.“Me no like.”

Me no like either. Struggling into a sitting position, I surveyed the metal walls and the glowing red energy barrier across the front of the cell. Kinda reminded me of Central Command’s setup, complete with shackles. The only thing missing was the orange jumpsuit.

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