Mylomon by Nancey Cummings & Nancey Cummings

Author:Nancey Cummings & Nancey Cummings [Huntress, Starr]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Menura Press

Mylomon

Could one more thing go wrong? The clan did not meet their objectives on the planet surface. Not only was the Suhlik research facility empty of anyone they could interrogate for access to the second location, they discovered a foundling. A Terran foundling. A female child, no more than a handful of years, shrank back from the warriors. Every question met with a shrill scream.

Mylomon could not begin to fathom what it meant that the Suhlik were taking Terran children, female children, and conducting vile experiments on them. More worrisome was that Suhlik had abandoned the child.

The Suhlik abandoned nothing. It was a trap. The entire thing was a set up: tracing the traitor’s signal, the research facility in the valley, and even the surprisingly weak firefight to gain access to the research facility was a trap. And now the alarm confirmed that he failed to protect his mate.

Upset with him, she blundered her way into danger. If he was not so furious he would laugh at the misfortune. Nothing in his life was easy. He had to fight for every scrap and now he had to fight for their lives.

“What’s going on?” Daisy asked, following him to the cockpit.

Mylomon sat in the pilot’s seat, flipping toggles and reading the report. “A corrosive gas is flooding the canyon. We leave now.”

Now was too late but he didn’t want to tell his mate that. The engines needed time to engage. Ship systems came to life too slowly for his taste. If the corrosive gas surrounded the ship, the engines would flood and they would never leave the ground.

Daisy strapped herself into the co-pilot seat, face serious and determined. “I’m not sorry I came,” she said.

Mylomon could help it, he smiled. What a female. She had fire in her blood. His cock strained against his armor. “Now is not the time to argue,” he muttered. The corrosive gas surrounded the shuttle in a dense, green fog. Escape was now or never.

The shuttle lifted off the ground. It hovered several feet in the air. As he applied the thrusters to lift the shuttle above the gas cloud, the loud whine and screeching of metal filled the cabin.

“That’s so not good,” Daisy whispered, hands clutching the chair armrests.

Not good. Not the worst thing, either.

A more skilled pilot might have been able to break free of the miasma filling the canyon. Mylomon’s skills laid elsewhere. Too bad the gas didn’t need to be assassinated. The engine shuttered to a stop and gave up the fight to maintain elevation. The ship landed on the ground with a heavy thunk, the entire structure shaking and rattling the bones of its occupants.

His fingers moved above the control panel. “I have alerted the warlord about our situation.”

“My sister?”

He read the reply. “It appears they were able to leave safely.” The medic and his mate probably did not lose precious seconds needed to escape being distracted by an argument and they had a skilled pilot.

“What now?” his mate asked.

Mylomon gave her helmet-free head a reassuring stroke.

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