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It’s all I need. My receptor’s energy field slams the alien vehicle and tears off its roof. At the same time, the aliens are engulfed in a blue mist that keeps them immobilized. Their breathing becomes labored and they have to focus their entire being on that simple function.
Simultaneously, Damian falls over the two leading Sliman. He grabs them by their necks and crashes them with a ferociousness that I have not seen in him before. Their lifeless bodies fall to the ground.
Finn and Nya attack the remaining six Sliman, Finn from the left and Nya from the right, in an avalanche of pulse gun blasts coming from the trees. Two more Sliman go down. Damian steps in front of me and walks to the open vehicle that holds the three stunned aliens inside.
“You’re free,” he tells me as he pounces down on the aliens with all his force. I stare at him in horror, unable to reconcile the violence of his assault with the gentleness I have seen in him. I realize that he doesn’t just want to kill the aliens—he wants them to suffer a bit first. He wants them to know they are at his mercy. That is why he instructed me not to kill them with the receptor. It was not to avoid having the vehicle explode on us like he said. It was so that he could finish the job himself.
I wake from my trance when I hear Nya scream. The eight Sliman are all dead or badly wounded but a ninth Sliman has appeared out of nowhere. He has thrown a knife at Nya’s thigh. I turn the receptor on him but Finn reacts faster and shoots the Sliman dead. Doc climbs down the tree as fast as he can and rushes to Nya’s side. Her thigh is bleeding. The knife is still inside her flesh. Doc examines the wound and places a gauge around the knife before he pulls it out.
“No punctured arteries and it’s not magnetic,” he says, relieved. My hands tremble and I feel weak in my stomach.
“Are you okay, Freya?” Finn says. “You look so pale.”
“I’m fine, don’t worry about me.”
Finn calls Zoe and Theo to check out the surrounding area, guns in hand.
I look to Damian. My heart freezes. He lifts his face to the sky. His hands and shirt are covered in blood. His features are hardened. In his hands, he holds the two sensors he has found in the vehicle. They are bloodied as well.
He looks like a primitive god, a warrior king. I turn my face away in shock. Maybe I am too naïve. Maybe he’s right about this as well. You can’t win a war with kindness.
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THE DARK LEGION (BOOK 2)
DAPHNE (BOOK 2.5)
THE SHADOW EMPIRE (BOOK 3)
BEYOND THE RIVER OF TIME (BOOK 4)
RISE OF THE SAVIORS (BOOK 5)
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