Ka'Cit's Haven (Riv’s Sanctuary #3)

Nia frowned a little. “Then what are you worried about?”

He paused. “If you get hurt…”

Something warmed within her but she shook her head. “I won’t. I trust you.”

Again, something passed through his gaze that she could not read and he closed his eyes for a moment.

She leaned her head against him and for all looking at them, she supposed they looked like a couple being intimate.

“I trust you, Ka’Cit. Now, you have to trust me.”

Ka’Cit let out a breath.

“We really shouldn’t do this…” he murmured.

“The risk isn’t greater than the reward.”

He studied her for a moment and she knew he was weighing the options in his head.

“They need our help.” And she was right. As far as they knew, the Restitution didn’t have another plan. They’d needed that package.

They needed this talix metal.

Unsaid words passed through their gazes and she and Ka’Cit stared at each other.

But, they didn’t get the chance to make a move.

Fate already had things planned.

“You!” The voice of one of the Hedgerud’s echoed in the silence of the lounge and at his exclamation, his cronies stopped their chatter.

The place was so silent now, she could hear her own breathing.

She didn’t know why, but she knew they were calling out to her.

It was the gator-guard to her side, the one whose tail she’d seen, and he stood from his seat, a weapon that looked like a wizard’s staff pointed in her direction.

Ka’Cit stiffened and so did she.

“You,” the guard repeated. “Remove that cloak.”

Fuck.

If they saw her…

“Nee-ya?” Ka’Cit’s voice reached her ear.

“Yes, hon.”

“Shoot to kill the phekkers.”

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They moved together.

Ka’Cit spun, taking his blaster in hand just as Nia whipped out her own.

Five sets of yellow eyes displayed shock but they were too late.