Soul of Eon (Eon Warriors #8) - Anna Hackett Page 0,1

its claws to Kaira’s shoulder, digging in.

Tell me your name.

“Fuck you.”

The claws sliced into her skin. She hissed. It hurt like hell.

“Tell…them.”

She turned her head. Thane’s eyes were open. He looked like hell.

He gave her a firm look, and she felt like she could read his mind. If they had any chance of getting out of here, they couldn’t do it if they were both injured.

“Commander Kaira Chand,” she bit out. “Australian Air Force.”

The elite pulled back. And you, Eon?

“Medical Commander Thane Kann-Eon.”

Of the Rengard. The elite started vibrating, rage pumping off it. There was more intense buzzing, and the soldiers shifted uneasily again.

Suddenly, the elite backhanded one soldier and sent the alien flying. It crashed to the floor.

Kaira felt no sympathy. These alien assholes were targeting Eve and Davion’s child—the first Terran-Eon baby.

They could rot in hell.

The elite’s eyes glowed. It scanned Kaira, then Thane.

I have no need for the two of you.

It spun on its four legs and strode out.

Oh, God. Her mouth went dry.

The other soldiers filed out, leaving them in silence.

She met Thane’s gaze. “So, what happens now?”

The green in his eyes glowed. “Now, I think they’ll kill us.”

Just great. Her chest locked. Yes, getting abducted by aliens sucked.

This was a cren-cursed mess.

Thane strained against his bindings. The ooze at his wrists and ankles wriggled and flexed, but he couldn’t break it. He gritted his teeth. Cren.

He needed to get Kaira out of here.

His mate.

Emotion stormed through Thane. He’d never, ever believed he’d mate. Even before mating became rare for the Eon, matings didn’t happen in Thane’s family. They’d resorted to medical intervention for procreation long before the rest of the Eon had needed it.

People said his family was cursed. There was a terrible story of a long-lost ancestor who’d killed his mate. The most horrible offense for an Eon warrior.

Well, now Thane had a beautiful, impressive Terran mate.

And he wasn’t going to let the Kantos kill her.

He strained against his bindings again. He and Kaira barely knew each other. The unheard of had happened—instant mating.

He’d never heard of that happening before. Both of them had been shocked.

Now, he had to get her off this Kantos ship.

Thane kept straining, his veins and muscles popping.

“Thane, you’re going to hurt yourself,” she whispered furiously.

He kept pushing, keeping Kaira as his motivation.

“Thane!”

With a groan, his wrists moved through the ooze and broke free.

He sat up, shaky, hurting.

He’d watched carefully as the Kantos had used the controls on the bench to lock them in with the bindings. He moved his hands along the bench, found a bump, and pressed the button. The ooze on his ankles melted away.

He wished he could do the same to the black gunk on his helian band. He really needed access to his symbiont. But to release that, he needed to find the antidote.

He swung his legs over the side of the bench and stood. Then he staggered.

“Shit, Thane. Are you okay?”

His vision swam. The pain from his beating made it hard to breathe. Everything hurt. “I’m all right.” He crossed the space between the benches. He wanted to touch her, but despite being mated, he knew he hadn’t earned that right yet.

He pressed the controls and her bindings melted away. She jerked into a sitting position.

Kaira Chand was tiny compared to him, but had a taut, toned body. Her dark-brown hair was pulled back in a long tail, her skin a smooth brown he wanted to explore, and she had dark, fathomless eyes.

“Thank God.” She swung her legs over the side. “Let’s blow this joint.”

Thane frowned. “What?” The phrase made no sense.

She grinned. “Earth saying. Let’s get out of here.”

He nodded. That, he could agree with. “First, I need to find the antidote.” He lifted his wrist.

She eyed his helian. “Where will we find it?”

“In the ship’s labs.”

She blew out a breath. “Okay, let’s—”

The doors to the room opened. Two soldiers entered, and when they saw Kaira and Thane free, they froze.

“Fuck,” Kaira muttered.

A fierce, protective urge rose in Thane.

He kicked at the bench he’d just freed her from. It was made of a hard substance. Not metal, but some sort of resin. He kicked it again and it cracked. On the next kick it broke and he wrenched the leg off and shoved it at Kaira. He broke a second leg off and spun, just as the soldiers rushed at them.

With a cry, Kaira dived into the fight, swinging her bench leg.

So courageous.

Thane swung his weapon. He kicked and hit the Kantos’ sharp