Ka'Cit's Haven - Page 201

Shock showed on the face of the remaining guard as he raised his gaze and his weapon, ready to fire too.

But Ka’Cit was already falling through the air and he landed in a perfect spot—right in the guard’s chest.

The guard hadn’t expected it and the shot from his blaster went into the air as he fell backward.

Ka’Cit dug his claws into the male’s neck as he positioned the muzzle of his weapon into the guard’s snout.

“Don’t be stupid like your friends,” he said. “Now, about that deal.”

The guard nodded.

“You see that human you want so much? She’s registered. She has the tattoo to prove it. You can’t touch her.” He stood and pulled the guard to his feet. “So you’re going to take your comrades and you’re going to go back to your master. She’s protected under Directive Exhashimor. She is free. And she is mine.”

He released the guard from his grasp and the Hedgerud snarled a little.

“What’s the deal you were talking about then?” he asked.

Ka’Cit shrugged. “You take your friends off my property, tell your master you failed him…and you get to live. Win win.”

The guard snarled some more but said nothing else.

For the next few minutes, he loaded the bodies of his comrades into the hovering vessel, and only when the ship rose higher then took off did Ka’Cit turn to look back at Nee-ya.

She was watching the ship go and when she finally looked at him, he saw her shoulders sag.

She’d been nervous.

As he dropped the blaster and disengaged the electric fence that had started zinging once more, she hopped out of the hover car and ran to him.

He caught her in his arms.

“How’d you get them to go?” she asked.

Ka’Cit grunted. “I asked them nicely.”

Her eyes met his for a moment before she chuckled. “And…they’re not coming back?”

He shook his head.

He doubted it.

Directive Exhashimor was even more powerful than the Tasqals themselves.

A registered being from a Class Four planet, the Directive protected her like a precious metal—for the sake of peace across the universe.

His Nee-ya was like a piece of treasure.

She was treasure.

His treasure.

“I never did say thank you,” she whispered. “For registering me. For giving me so much. I don’t think I can accept it, actually.”

Ka’Cit stiffened.

“It’s a lot,” she whispered.

“I’d give it all if it meant I get to spend even one day with you.”