Storm of Eon (Eon Warriors #7) - Anna Hackett Page 0,1
man, a math prodigy, who’d also been killed.
All because Finley hadn’t been smart enough, fast enough, or courageous enough.
“Your weapon stopped the attack, Finley,” Aimee continued. “It saved lives.”
Just not soon enough.
Crushing guilt was a familiar sensation. She tried to drag in a breath, but it was so hard to breathe. She grabbed the elastic band she kept on her wrist and snapped it. The sting on her skin felt like a lifeline.
Then she heard a whoosh of sound overhead.
Like the rest of the gathering, she looked up and gasped.
The sleek, black shuttle had blue lights along the side. It was so streamlined and aerodynamic.
“They’re here,” Aimee said breathlessly.
The Eon shuttle was a fine piece of design. The weapons scientist in Finley wondered what weapons capabilities it had.
The starship touched down on the landing pad nearby, and moments later, the side door slid smoothly open.
Three Eon warriors disembarked.
At first glance, they all looked the same. Tall, broad shouldered, with muscular bodies clad in black uniforms. Their shirts had no sleeves, so there were lots of muscles on display.
Beside Finley, Aimee made a sound that sounded suspiciously like a moan.
The warriors all had long, brown hair, and rugged faces. Two had hair close to their shoulders, in a lighter shade of brown.
The third one…
Finley stiffened, and felt an odd, electric shock zing through her body. It was him. The one she’d met on the call.
Security Commander Sabin Solann-Ath.
His hair was a shade darker than the others—a deep, oak-brown—and slightly shorter, too. He stood a little straighter, and projected a sense of power and strength. Like he’d pick up a sword and shield and charge into battle to protect his princess.
Jesus. Finley shook her head. See, Eon warriors were a huge distraction. She pulled her unruly mind and body back into line.
Space Corps officials moved forward to welcome the warriors. These three men were allegedly all Eon weapons experts.
Solann-Ath lifted his head and their gazes met. Finley blinked and her heart did something weird. Maybe she was coming down with something?
His eyes were almost pure black, but they were threaded with impossibly beautiful strands of purple. She saw a flash of recognition on his face.
His gaze slid over her body and she tensed.
She knew what he saw—an almost-six-foot-tall woman, with more curves than were fashionable, wearing ordinary clothes and a lab coat.
For a horrible second, it dredged up memories of the quarterback she’d dated briefly in high school. He’d called her a beautiful Amazon, but after taking her virginity, he’d called her an unattractive giant.
She really must be coming down with something.
Finley lifted her chin and glared at the Eon warrior, then she turned away.
So far, Sabin didn’t see much about Earth to excite him.
He did appreciate the green vegetation, the clear, blue sky, and the fresh air. The sunlight was warm on his skin. He took a second to absorb it all. It made a nice change to being aboard a warship.
His helian symbiont, housed snugly in the thick band on his wrist, pulsed. The buildings in the city appeared to be an irregular mix of different construction.
Ahead, a crowd waited for them.
“Well, warriors, this is our home for the foreseeable future,” Security Commander Rade Vann-Felis said. The warrior was from the science ship, the Solent. The other warrior, Gadon Harann-Jad was a scientist from the Eon planet Ath.
Sabin scanned the area, taking in the partly destroyed building. His jaw tightened. That would have been from the recent attack. They had to stop the Kantos, or they’d annihilate Earth, then go after the Eon.
Several Space Corps officers, wearing navy-blue uniforms, stepped forward to greet them. But Sabin looked past them and spotted a tall woman in a white coat. She was staring at him boldly. The coat draped her magnificent figure.
Dr. Finley Delgado. He perused the woman he’d be working with, then she gave him another bold look before she looked away.
His pulse spiked.
“Welcome, I’m Admiral Linda Barber.”
Sabin focused on the woman in front of him and shook hands with the admiral. She looked to be several decades older than Sabin, her ash-colored hair in a sleek cut to her jaw line. Her brown gaze was direct and steady.
“Admiral, I’m Security Commander Sabin Solann-Ath of the Rengard.”
“A pleasure, Security Commander. Ambassador Thann-Eon has kept us updated on all the assistance you, your war commander, and your ship have been giving us. Thank you.”
He inclined his head. This woman was more welcoming than her scientist. “The Kantos are our shared enemy. We