Page 67 of Fated for the Alien Fighter

“It wasn’t you they were tracking,” Flint said.

Taryn had never hunted before, but he was about to break that rule.

Through their connection, he warned Leah he was about to attack. His amazing, smart Lightmate acknowledged it–and suggested a distraction.

Perfect.

Just as Flint opened his mouth to spew more venom, Leah raised her leg and brought her heel down onto Flint’s foot. The puny human howled, arms flailing. The gun shifted from Leah’s head. Taryn raised his improvised spear.

A gunshot rang out.

Leah’s scream echoed in the stillness.

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LEAH

“You motherf–” Leah fell to her knees as searing pain shot up her leg.

The son of a bitch had shot her in the foot–and it hurt like hell. She didn’t even have time to comprehend what was happening.

One second she was screaming, the next, Taryn’s powerful arms were cradling her.

“It’s going to be alright,” he muttered.

More gunshots rang out. Leah’s rightened gaze tried to pinpoint Flint through the plants. The vines were hounding him as he swayed on the ladder with one hand, the other busy shooting at them.

“He’s getting away,” Leah yelled.

Universe help her, but she wanted Flint to suffer as much as he’d made her suffer.

“He won’t,” Taryn said, completely calm. He gently touched her foot. The laser had grazed the side of her heel, barely missing the tendon. “Are you alright?”

“I’ll live.” Leah licked her lips, adrenaline coursing through her. “Go deal with the maggot.”

“As the Lightmate wishes. Then I’m dealing with that wound.” Taryn rose with feline grace, just as Flint’s small, jittery body crawled up the crevice.

The sound of engines echoed in the night.

Taryn grasped a spear in his palm, raising it. Thick vines wrapped around one end.

As soon as Flint’s ship rose into view, Taryn shot the spear high in the air, with insane force. It actually wooshed through the air, the vines spiraling behind it.

Taryn had used so much strength, the spear embedded itself in the side of the gray ship, puncturing it. The vines pulled taught–then began dragging the vessel back toward the crevice.

Flint wasn’t getting away.

“Ha!” Leah wobbled to her feet, making sure not to put too much pressure on the injured one. She was going to heal without too much worry. Honestly, the situation could have gone a lot worse.

She turned to Taryn, who was watching the ship being dragged down with the ruthless eyes of an executioner.

“I want Flint to suffer just as much as you…” Leah began.

“Not possible,” Taryn said, just as calm, even as his energy blistered with rage. “I want to crush his bones with my bare hands. He put you in danger.”

“Yes,” Leah said pointedly. “But he would be much more useful if he were interrogated. Isn’t that right, oh-mighty spy?”

Taryn worked his jaw, draping one of his hands around her shoulders. His brutal gaze didn’t leave the ship.

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