Assassin by Cyndi Friberg

Author:Cyndi Friberg
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Anything-but-Ordinary Books
Published: 2018-12-09T16:00:00+00:00

ISOLAUND SAT IN HER favorite high-backed chair, stared into the holo-fire in her private chambers. Certice lay at her feet, head propped on her folded paws. Isolaund absently stroked the karron’s fur, as she often did when she was deep in thought. It had been three long days since General Alonov forced his way into her apartment and shoved Luppa’s tracker into Isolaund’s mouth. She shuddered. Just the memory of the vile act brought bile to the back of her throat. She could still taste the bitterness of poor Luppa’s blood. Alonov, the coldhearted bastard, slit the cub’s throat, murdered the helpless baby as a warning. He’d learned of the trap Isolaund had laid for him and expected her to deescalate the situation. If she didn’t convince the Guiding Council not to arrest him for trying to rape the human, he was prepared to kill all of Isolaund’s precious battle cats.

Her long nails bit into her palms as impotent anger boiled through her being. It had been the perfect plan, or so she’d thought. But the wily general had his people monitoring the central computer, and one realized she manipulated an image file and brought it to Alonov’s attention.

Not willing to risk any more harm falling on her battle cats, Isolaund went to her brother and managed to convince him that the recording was a fake. She claimed it had been doctored by one of Alonov’s many enemies and left for her to find. Indrex had been furious but had no choice. He informed the council, and the charges against Alonov were dropped.

Too restless to remain still, she pushed to her feet and began pacing. The general won this round. There was no denying the outcome. But she would be ready for the next. She would figure out a way to shape the situation to her advantage. Unfortunately, Alonov was a better ally than Indrex or the Guiding Council. The council was obsessed with peace and honestly thought the Sarronti could cohabitate with the warlike Outcasts. The idea was naive and dangerous, but the stupid bureaucrats couldn’t see it. Alonov, on the other hand, wanted to restore the Ayrontu to their rightful place and force the worthless Outcasts off their planet. Those were goals Isolaund was happy to support. She just wasn’t willing to become Alonov’s puppet in the process.

Certice’s head snapped up, and she growled menacingly as her golden eyes focused on the door.

“Perfect,” Isolaund muttered. Few were bold enough to disturb her in her private quarters, and only one would cause this reaction in Certice. Isolaund unlocked the door but only allowed it to open partway. Alonov stood in the corridor, looking smug and much too confident. He was massive for a Sarronti, nearly as big as the dreadful Outcasts. He wasn’t wearing armor, which was unusual. Some whispered that he slept in battle regalia. His light golden hair was clipped short, another rarity. Most Sarronti gloried in their long, flowing hair. His sharp, assessing gaze was several shades darker than his hair, more amber than gold.

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