Slayer by Cyndi Friberg

Author:Cyndi Friberg
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: alpha hero, alpha male, fantasy romance, alien romance, elves, magic
Publisher: Cyndi Friberg
Published: 2020-03-06T00:00:00+00:00

KANTOR ALONOV BURST into the back room of Tajon’s bar, shouting at the top of his voice. “Have you lost your fucking mind!”

Sizza twisted out of Tajon’s hold and scrambled away from the table. Her skirts fell down over her naked ass, and she held the front of her dress together with trembling hands. Tajon had just bent her over the table and was about to ride her fast and hard when Kantor interrupted the tryst. Her tear-bright gaze fixed on the open doorway, but there was a massive Kantor-shaped obstacle blocking her path.

“What seems to be the problem?” Tajon drawled, as he casually fastened the front of his pants. Wanting complete control over the first attack on the rebels, he’d hired an offworld strike team. He’d told them casualties were acceptable, but he hadn’t anticipated their utter ruthlessness. Like Kantor, Tajon saw the strategic benefit of spilling a little blood. However, he never would have sanctioned the massacre. “The beauty of a secret alliance is that no one knows the parties are allied. That doesn’t work if we meet every other day.”

“We agreed not to kill anyone!” Kantor reminded in the same overloud voice.

Tajon looked at Sizza, concerned by Kantor’s recklessness. She hadn’t given any indication that she understood High Sarronti, but Kantor just accused him of murder. As she often did, she was hiding her face behind the fall of her russet-colored hair. She didn’t react to Kantor’s words just seemed upset by the interruption.

“I changed my mind,” he said flippantly.

“You...changed your mind?” Kantor kicked the door closed and stomped across the room. Then he slapped both hands down on the tabletop and leaned toward Tajon. “We are partners. That means you check with me before you change your mind about anything!”

Touching the table with his fingertips, Tajon pushed energy into the tabletop, reshaping the molecules, sculpting the wood into thick restraints around Kantor’s wrists.

Kantor roared, tugging against the wooden shackles so hard it dragged the heavy table across the floor. “Release me!” Kantor demanded, fury contorting his features.

“Not until you calm down.” The gift of mystical “sculpting” occurred in Tajon’s bloodline at least once every generation, but no one had ever been as good at it as he. As long as the inanimate object was constructed of natural materials, he could shape it into anything he liked. Well, anything with approximately the same mass. Manufactured objects were more challenging. He could turn them into projectiles and convert them into energy, but he wasn’t able to alter their shape. “A few strategic deaths could send a powerful message. Didn’t you say something like that?”

“More than ‘a few’ died today,” Kantor sneered, hands clenched into tight fists. “Why the farce in front of Indrex if you intended to shed blood from the start?”

“Because I don’t trust you.” Tajon paused, hoping Kantor would comprehend the seriousness of the simple statement. “You enjoy power too much, and those who disagree with you have a way of disappearing.” Tajon released the restraints, allowing his angry partner to straighten his back.

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