Page 55 of Game on Askole

“You got any more medics? ’Cause this one isn’t doing so good.”I hastily wiped the blood out of my eyes and continued doing chest compressions.

Tihar watched me for a moment.“What are doing?”

“CPR. He’s not breathing.”

Tihar grabbed a medical scanner and ran it over Yann.“His trachea is crushed.”

“Will the regen tube help?”

“It will.”Tihar picked Yann up and placed him in the cylinder.

“Momma Sarah,”KeeKee wailed from the tube.

“It’s okay, sweetie.”While Tihar programmed the regen tube, I freed KeeKee and cuddled her.“You’re okay. The bad man is dead, and he can’t hurt you.”

“Wanna go home.”

“Me too, but it ain’t happenin’ any time soon.”I spotted my underwear. Yay. Clothes. Putting KeeKee on my head, I scrambled into my panties and bra.

Sariel shot into the room. He sized up the situation and started spouting a bunch of Askole gobbledygook at Tihar.

Whatever Tihar told his father made him furious.

Nothing like being ignored.“Care to tell me what’s going on?”

“Shandev is a rebel assassin we have been hunting,”Tihar answered, pointing at the head.

“So, the billion-dollar questions are: how did he get on this ship, and why did he try to kill Yann?”

Tihar’s tentacles squirmed wildly.“We believe Shandev was sent to capture you.”

“Me? Why?”

Sariel responded,“The rebel Askole warriors have joined forces with the Legionnaires, and Malik wants you badly.”

“Right. I’m the perfect Coletti breeder.”

“Not once you become Askole,”Tihar growled.

Sariel nodded in agreement.“The conversion must be completed. Once Zarek arrives, we will begin the negotiations.”

“Are you nuts? The last thing we want to do is let the Overlord know about us.”

“We have a treaty. It is necessary,”Tihar stated.

It was? Detja was going to be so pissed, and I wasn’t ready to become an alien. I needed more time.“Wait! We’re still in the courting stage. Remember?”

“No longer.”

Think. Think. How did I stop this?“I’m human. I don’t know your customs.”

“You are becoming Askole, and you will learn our traditions,”Sariel replied gruffly.

“I’d make a horrible mate. I’ve got a bad temper. I’m always getting in bar fights. I like killing monsters. I can’t cook, and I snore.”I gave myself a mental head smack. Snoring? That was the best I could come up with?

Tihar gently wiped the blood off my face.“You are perfect.”

A smile curved my mouth. He thought I was perfect? That was so sweet. Other than being an alien, Tihar was my ideal man. A strong, sexy warrior who stood by me no matter what, and he actually listened to me. I’d snap him up in a heartbeat if he were human, but he wasn’t.

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