Page 87 of Captured By the Dragon Warlord
“I am a Sarkarnii warlord. I know things,” Dexx says petulantly.
Dalox growls, and Dexx returns the noise. I can’t imagine any of this posturing is going to get us very far.
“Kerra, Darax’s mate, met something she calledthe professorbecause it looked like a human but a specific type of human. You all rescued her, and us, from it before anything else could happen. I believe it’s using clones and some sort of mind control to infiltrate Vorostor.”
“To what end?” Dalox rasps.
“With the intention of destroying the Sarkarnii,” Dexx answers in my stead. “An intention we all know will fail.”
All of the warlords visibly stand straighter. Another emerges from the shadows behind Dante.
“We survived the wormhole, we survived the loss of our females,” Dexx growls, “and we are stronger than ever. This creature, thismaster, whatever it is, will not be our end.”
“Dexx is correct,” Dalox snarls. “Nothing and no one gets the better of the Sarkarnii. And this time we do this together.” He glares around, daring any insurrection.
Dante plucks a grenade from his belt.
“It’s time to end this.” He tosses the grenade to Dexx, who grins at me in turn.
It looks like the Sarkarnii are ready to fight back, and whatever it is which wants them has literally no idea the chaos which is coming.
A chaos which might just save us all.
DEXX
Ihaven’t fought with my fellow warlords for a long time, ever since it became clear my clan’s physiology had changed to the point regular mixing with the other clans would be impossible.
Nothing has changed. It’s as if we never came through the wormhole at all. Other than I now need to protect my mate from these feral creatures. Their mayhem is legendary. I should know. I was one of them once.
Dante gives me a nod before he disappears into the air again.
“Where the nev is he going?” I growl. “I thought there might be a plan.”
“No plan.” Driok grins.
“No plan?” Darax rasps.
“No plan,” Dalox says with a deadly finality.
There is a loud explosion somewhere in the neutral sector.
“Looks like Dante has found your rogue warrior.” Driok cocks his head on one side.
“We need to get to my friends,” Scarlett says quickly. “They’re in danger. Where are they?”
“Back in my sector,” Darax snarls. “They are safe.”
“No one is safe.” Scarlett pushes past him. “We need to protect them.”
I glare at Darax. He shrugs and turns to follow her.
“What about these?” Dalox points at the two Dalsors.
“Driok can deal with them. Tech is his area,” I respond. “I will protect the females with Darax.”
I’m pretty certain I hear the pair of them grumble.
“If protecting those precious to us is not part of who we are, then what are we?” I growl.
