Paax: Warlord Brides (Warriors of Sangrin Book 1) by Cummings Nancey & Huntress Starr

Author:Cummings, Nancey & Huntress, Starr [Cummings, Nancey]
Language: eng
Format: azw3
Publisher: Menura Press
Published: 2016-07-28T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Six

Paax

The lights flickered.

“He’s here,” Paax said. He did not want to pull away from his little star. Warm and so responsive to his touch, she was the greatest joy he had ever known.

No one would take her away.

“Could be a power outage,” Mercy said with hope. “Happens all the time back home.”

“We do not have power outages,” Paax said gruffly. It could only be Omas. He grabbed her hand and pulled her to the door. He blocked the threshold with his bulk. Mercy attempted to peer around him, eyes squinting in the bright sunshine.

Wind kicked up snow and a deafening roar of engines filled the air. A fighter ship hovered over the house. A red light glowing on the underside of the craft was all the warning given. Faster than he ever moved before, Paax shielded his little star from the blast with his body.

The house exploded into flames. A rush of scalding hot hair slammed into his back. Mercy gave a fearful cry.

Paax picked her up, cradling her to his chest and ran. His legs pumped into the snow, kicking up clouds of white powder. He did not get far before a large, muscular form tackled him to the ground.

Still clutching Mercy, he rolled. They tumbled into the snow, cold powder melting against his skin. His only concern was that Mercy wasn’t dressed for the cold and the snow. He had a wife for less than a day and already he failed to protect her from the most basic of elements.

A pair of strong arm wrenched her away. “Paax!” she screamed.

A different pair of fists slammed into his jaw. Paax stumbled. Omas loomed over his twin.

“Twelve hours already?” Paax asked, gingerly touching his lip. His finger came away with scarlet blood.

“I will have the serum or your bride,” Omas said.

Paax moved to his feet. “My answer hasn’t changed.”

A pained look flickered across his twin’s face before steely resolve replaced it. Did Paax’s face hold the same betrayed emotion paired with a stubborn lift to his chin? “You made me do this,” Omas said. Another punch landed on his right side, knocking the breath out of him. He staggered back.

“I won’t fight you, brother,” Paax said.

“Then return to your proper place on the Judgment.” The light from the house fire flickered on Omas, casting a sinister illumination on the Warlord.

“No.”

Omas sighed heavily. “Then you give me no choice.” With a silent command, the jet fired a missile into the red barn. The structure and the lab exploded into a fireball. “You made me do this.”

Ash drifted slowly downwards, settling on Paax’s skin with a scalding kiss. The intense heat between the two raging fires rippled in the air. Mylomon held Mercy in a iron grip. He pressed a dagger against her throat, the wicked blade glowing red and orange in the firelight.

“Last chance,” Omas said.

There was only one more thing Omas could take from him. Paax watched Mercy twist in Mylomon’s grip in a fruitless effort to escape. He could not lose her.

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