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“Coward!” I shout, but I’m not chasing him.
Because I have something more precious in my arms.
Lanz turns to us. Blood streaks his chestplate. His claws are wet. His breathing is heavy.
Jasmine freezes. Her eyes widen, body tensing.
She’s afraid.
I step between them. “It’s okay,” I say. “He’s with me.”
Lanz growls low. “You mean I’m your slave.”
Then he grabs a handful of my ass and kisses me like he’s claiming territory.
And damn me—I kiss him back.
When we break apart, my lips are tingling, my breath gone.
“You came for me,” I murmur.
“You’re mine,” he says. “Of course I did.”
Behind me, Jasmine makes a confused squeaking sound. I pull her into the hug. She nestles between us like a ghost slowly waking up from a nightmare.
“This is insane,” she whispers.
“I know,” I whisper back. “And I’m so glad you’re here.”
And the strangest part?
I owe it all to Lanz.
The Reaper who kidnapped me.
The warlord who collared me.
Fate, it turns out, has one hell of a sense of humor
CHAPTER 11
LANZ
The blast doors don’t even slow me down.
I slam into them at full sprint, blade raised, fury boiling beneath my skin. Steel shrieks under the weight of my body and the force of my hate. I carve a burning line through the reinforced panel and kick it in. On the other side, four guards barely have time to shout before I’m on them.
The first one loses his face to my blade.
The second gets a knee to the gut so hard his spine pops.
The third raises a plasma rifle—I grab the barrel, twist, and use it to club the fourth into the wall. Bones crack. Screams echo. Blood paints the corridor.
I don’t stop.
Behind me, Georgia and her sister stumble forward, holding onto each other. Jasmine’s weak. Georgia’s exhausted. I see her eyes flick to the growing red stain on my side.
I ignore it.
