Ka'Cit's Haven (Riv’s Sanctuary #3)

“Dohnt wohree abowt mee dar-leen.”

Phek.

Chaos erupted in the hold as the rest of the Niftrills charged and danger was coming straight at them. But, in that moment, all he could do was stare.

At her.

His life organ thumped in his chest as she gripped her weapon and unloaded another laser blast.

Never in his life had he ever seen anything more magnificent than the female he was looking at right at that moment.

She was phekking perfect.

As he stared at her, the screeching of the Niftrills charging at them felt like it was far in the background of his mind, and Ka’Cit realized one damning thing…

When this was over, when he had to say goodbye, he was going to have a helluva hard time walking away.

* * *

They took down the Niftrills one by one.

After the first ten or so fell, the others had gotten the memo and instead of running directly at them like a crazed horde, the Niftrills had begun seeking cover behind the various crates that were resting in the hold.

When Ka’Cit finally came out of whatever daze he’d gotten into, it had felt almost like being back on Earth shooting targets with her father.

The thrill made her smile and that smile turned to a grin.

Nia peeked over the crate she hid behind and glanced at her blaster, glad that it wasn’t something that needed reloading.

There was a bar on it though, a neon green bar, that appeared to be decreasing after every few shots she took.

She was sure that was the charge and it looked like she only had half a charge left.

Fuck.

She lifted herself up enough to peer over the crate once more, careful not to expose herself too much.

She couldn’t see any movement and the room was silent now, apart from the groans of the Niftrills on the floor.

Ka’Cit had been right about them.

They didn’t even pick up their guns after they were hit. Their sole focus became their wounds.

It wasn’t something she understood but it was something she was thankful for.

For a few moments, she held her breath as she listened.

No more laser blasts were coming their way and she was sure she’d heard the last one about two or three minutes before.

She’d promptly gotten the Niftrill who’d shot at them, too, and the anxiety she’d felt about the fight was completely gone now.

They were going to get out of this. She could feel it.

A grin lit up her face and she turned to Ka’Cit.

He’d been staring at her, his eyes wide, and they widened even more now under the slit in his mask.

“What have I done?” His gaze moved from the blaster she clutched then back to her.