Page 18 of Swept By The Alien Pirate Prince

“Whatever.”

I didn’t dare look at Carmela. I was afraid that if I did, I would break this stronghold I had going.

“The Belic’s are going to be equipping me with cyber mods. They are going to make me one of them and outfit me with whatever weapons I require. I’m on my way to meet with them now.”

I shook my head. “They’ll kill you as soon as you enter their ship,” I warned.

“No, they won’t. They promised to make me one of them.”

“You don’t realize just how naïve you sound right now.”

“You are the one who sounds naïve,” Amada countered.

“You’ll be turned into spare parts for more serving bots,” I enforced.

The line clicked.

“Amada?” I leaned forward and turned the dial on the radio to its max volume. “Amada, are you listening?”

The line was dead.

She was gone.

ChapterSix

CARMELA

“Don’t worry about her for now,” I said as Cyburn stood up from his seat and began pacing around in the flight deck. My eyes followed him wherever he walked.

Cyburn ran a tremoring hand through his white-blonde hair. His black almond eyes were narrowed with seething anger. His jawline was clenched sharp and tight.

“I have to worry about her.” He spun around and halted abruptly in front of me. “I’m not worried aboutherso much, but about what she is capable of doing—”

“I know what you mean.” I gave him a consoling smile. “We’re getting a heavy dose of what she’s capable of, lately.”

He sighed, his posture wilting with fatigue, and continued his pacing.

“You’re making me nervous. Can’t you just sit down, and we can talk about this?” I tried to comfort him, but I wasn’t as successful as I’d hoped I would be. Cyburn took my advice with a grain of salt. All I could do was watch and wait it out.

Cyburn was on edge, but he wasn’t the only one. Every member of his crew was thinking the same thing. ‘What next?’

He retreated to his seat again and began pressing buttons and switching screens on monitors. “We have to get the systems up and running again.”

Cyburn’s eyes flickered with a mixture of worry and grief. I touched my hand to his back and patted it.

“Hey,” I whispered. “Just try to calm down. At least Amada is gone.”

“She needs to be punished for what she’s done.” Cyburn stared at all the screens and monitors, but I noticed his jaw tightening. He wanted revenge. “Just because she’s not physically on this ship doesn’t mean she can’t still leave monumental damage in her wake."

“I’m sure the Belic will give her all the punishment she deserves,” I reassured.

Cyburn flinched.

My heart skipped.

“I’m sorry,” I admitted. “I’m just trying to support you in any way I know how.”

Cyburn’s features softened. “You are supporting me, more than you know.”

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