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“That male can’t harm me.” His female patted his body armor-clad back. “He doesn’t have any weapons.”

“A warrior doesn’t require a weapon to kill.” Strike braced his booted feet apart. “I killed one-hundred-and-two beings with just my bare hands during training. And some of those beings were humans.”

They had been branded traitors by the Humanoid Alliance.

“Fates.” His female hugged him from behind. “I’m sorry you had to do that. I?—”

“Only Kess would have those images.” The female’s voice reached human auditory levels. “Do you think they abducted her too?”

“It’s possible.” The male responded. “She’s your leader’s daughter.”

The Powluk stepped onto the bridge. He clasped two beverage containers in his hands. The male held them like clubs.

Strike approved of those makeshift weapons. “My female?—”

“Talley.” She ducked under his arms and ran toward peril.

He grabbed his female by her flight suit and held her back.

“Let me go.” She struggled to be freed.

“Kess.” His female’s friend slipped under one of her male’s arms and propelled herself toward them.

Her male dropped one of the beverage containers and caught her by her garment also.

“That’s her.” The friend fought as vigorously. “That’s my friend. You big…hunk.”

Strike met the male’s gaze. “This is a rescue mission, Powluk.” He scrubbed all emotion from his voice. “If we had wanted to kill you, you’d already be dead.”

The male narrowed his eyes. “Then why are you restraining my mate’s friend?”

“You haven’t lowered the beverage container.” Strike tilted his head toward the weapon. “That makes you a threat to my female. I would die before allowing her to dash into danger.”

“Awww…” His female’s friend stopped moving. “You’re the big gray hunk’s female, Kess.”

“I am his female.” His female became still also. “That’s Strike. I thought he was your male’s guard but he turned out to be a cyborg on a secret mission yet he helped me rescue you anyway. And…we really like each other.” She glanced over her shoulder and smiled at him.

He frowned back at her. The feelings he had for her female were much stronger than like.

“I really like Tsadok also.” The friend looked toward her male.

“I couldn’t free us.” The male lowered the beverage container. His shoulders slumped.

“An escape attempt would’ve placed your fragile human female’s lifespan at risk,” Strike told him gruffly. “You processed your lifespans weren’t in danger. They wouldn’t have abducted you if they planned to kill you.”

“That was my thinking also.” The male’s chin lifted.

“And that thinking was right.” The friend smacked the Powluk’s chest. “They treated us really well.” She glanced at Strike. “You didn’t kill them, did you?”

Fraggin’ hole. The friend shared his female’s kind heart.

“We only stunned them.” His female answered for both of them. “They should be fine.”

They would hurt but they would repair. Strike kept that intel to himself.

“Good.” The friend blew out her breath. “Because they weren’t the instigators of the abduction plan.” She looked at Strike’s female. “That dubious honor belongs to my dad.”

“No.” His female’s cry held anguish.

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