Page 96 of Owned By Two

I caught Blor’s eyes.

They had a single question in them:

Did we get the information we need?

When I gave a subtle shake of my head, he must have known what had to happen next.

But he didn’t strike yet.

“I’m planning a big party in a couple of weeks,” Qeyel said. “I insist you come along. And bring your friend too.”

The guards began to turn and lead us toward the exit.

And that’s when Blor chose to strike.

I had never seen anyone move so fast.

His fists and feet were a blur as he laid into the closest guard, using his horns to smash the merc’s face with a single thrust of his head, and scooped his plasma rifle out of his hands.

But as fast as he was, even he couldn’t handle two huge monster guards.

I bellowed and charged at the second guard, my head bowed low, in line with my spine as I ran directly into the creature.

My horns pinned his narrow waist on either side and I threw my neck back.

The creature flew, his feet losing their grip on the floor as he sailed backward.

He fired his plasma rifle that sent large searing shockwaves into the ceiling, searing the ornate inlay and disintegrating the priceless artifacts located in the highest archways and shelving units.

I only had enough time to distract the second guard so Blor could take care of them both.

I had something else to deal with.

I used my momentum to turn in a circle, picking up speed like a rampaging bull.

Stopping and turning around would only have slowed me down.

Already I could see Qeyel’s back racing toward his office.

His plans were predictable but they would be effective if he managed to get inside his office and lock it down.

There was no doubt in my mind he would have the most sophisticated security systems that money — and favors — could buy and there would be no getting him out of there once he was inside.

I bellowed as I raced forward, my legs churning and my nostrils flaring as I pushed myself as hard as my body would go.

I didn’t need stamina, not at this short distance, but speed.

Up ahead, I could already see the automatic door closing.

I had meresecondsto get there.

I wasn’t sure I would make it in time but I couldn’t move any faster, and trusted myself that I had made the right decision and steamrolled forward.

Either I was getting inside that room or I was going to smash into the closed door.

There was no other option.

Now the door was barely wide enough for me to fit through, barely shoulder-width apart.

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