The Cerberus ship saved me from the need to respond. “They’re locking on target.”
“I see it.” Now that their weapons were activated, our ships could detect the signals. I frowned. “Something's not right. They’re going the wrong…”
“Fark. They’ve locked onto Outpost Nine.” My father’s skin paled. “Eela.”
“What?” Shocked, I double checked my father’s data. “Fark. Zara.”
“Why would they--?” Erick made a choking sound as he answered his own question. “The High Councilors’ meeting.”
“They’re taking out Bertok. He didn’t hold up his end of their bargain. Fire, Erick! Do it now. Take them out!” I shoved my father’s shocked hand out of the way and fired everything I had at the Cerberus ship’s engines from the back, their flank.
Confident Erick would keep up the tirade, I shifted my tar
get to the glowing Spectra IV ion cannon on top of the Cerberus ship. “Fark you, Ulza. That cannon has to be mounted internally.” I knew because I had helped the engineer working with the Silver Scions to design it. The cannon was insanely powerful but had one major weakness near the center top panel. The cannon couldn’t withstand a direct shot, which was why I had redesigned my ship to create a housing for it that would protect the body of the cannon from Hive attack.
I had no problem with Cerberus finishing Bertok. There was a decent line of people waiting for a turn. But my mate was at the meeting. My mother. Use my farking cannon to kill my mate!
Everything around me faded to blank space. Nothing existed but the Cerberus ship and that cannon.
I fired my weapons, adjusted, fired again.
“Direct hit!” Erick yelled the news, but I already knew. I’d known from the moment I fired the shot and waited, watched it explode into the ion cannon as if my entire existence was happening in ultra-slow motion. Zara was down there. If I missed the shot, Zara would die.
You can’t outrun pain…
Her truth hit me hard, like a punch to my gut. I couldn’t breathe. If I lost her, there would be nowhere to run. Nowhere to hide. There weren’t enough Hive in the universe to erase the agony losing her would be. I could travel the galaxy like I had been the past four years, but I’d never find what made me happy.
I’d rather be dead.
The Cerberus ship exploded into tiny pieces, and I watched with satisfaction as they fell toward Trion, burning up in the planet's atmosphere like a meteor storm.
I was an idiot.
“Outpost Nine, Erick. Now.”
“Right behind you.”
I didn’t look at my father, but I could feel his assessment, his eyes burning into me in the way only a stern parent’s could.
I no longer cared. Zara. I had to get to Zara.
The ion cannon was gone, but Bertok? That asshole was down there, on the surface, with my mate.
My father leaned forward to activate the comms.
“What are you doing?”
He grinned, the happy look in his eyes one I hadn’t seen in years. “I am notifying the council that there is a traitor in their midst, and that my brilliant, fearless son just saved them all.”
Brilliant? Fearless?
“Your female was right, Isaak. The years away have made you smarter. Stronger. Your brother was kind and funny, but he was soft. Weak. I loved him, but our people will fare very well under your protection.”
Once, I would have sold my soul to hear such praise from my father’s lips. Now? I needed to reach Zara. I cared about nothing else.
“Thank you, father.” Simple words, but I had nothing else to say.
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