Ka'Cit's Haven (Riv’s Sanctuary #3)

Nia jerked the gun at the guard, pointing it straight at the fiend’s head.

“Where did they take him?”

The guard pulled in another rugged breath. “You cannot save him. They have probably already killed him by now.” He tried to laugh and ended up wheezing and coughing up more dark fluid but his words sent a chill down her spine.

No.

She refused to believe it.

She couldn’t be too late.

“Your kind is weak. Easily disposed of. You should be happy the masters want to collect you.” The guard hissed again. “That phekker was an idiot for not telling us who he sold you to.”

His words made some sense.

Ka’Cit smuggled things. No doubt they thought he’d sold her somewhere on the black market.

But instead of telling them the truth, he’d protected her to the end.

“Weak being…” The guard eyes her.

Weak?

Nia planted the muzzle against the alien’s snout, a snarl on her lips.

“The next words that come from your mouth better be the information I want to hear or I will use this weapon and carve you to bits until you speak.”

The guard stared at her, his gaze locked on hers, but Nia did not waver.

“Tell me where they took him. Now.”

43

Ka’Cit didn’t bother straining against the bonds holding his wrists above his head. They thought this polymer was nearly impossible to break…and it probably was, to a normal person.

But he wasn’t normal, and he didn’t want them to realize he could get his hands free.

Even if he did though, he had no weapons and he was outnumbered.

Being stupid had always worked out for him. It might not this time.

It wasn’t his life alone that was on the line.

Hers was as well.

The room they’d placed him in was dark and a little bit too warm.

Beads of perspiration were developing in the middle of his back, tickling him each time one rolled down his skin.

He could hear them in the other room, playing some sort of deck game, and he was glad they were occupied.

He needed space to think and he’d never needed such a thing before.

But that was because he’d had no reason to live before.

Recklessness had always been his fuel.

This situation, though…it wasn’t just about him.