Total pages in book: 84
Estimated words: 79941 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 400(@200wpm)___ 320(@250wpm)___ 266(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 79941 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 400(@200wpm)___ 320(@250wpm)___ 266(@300wpm)
She backed away, holding the ES spray in front of her threateningly. As for the fourth Peace Keeper, he didn’t try to follow her. Instead he was busy trying to get his three fellow Peace Keepers to calm down so he could, presumably, lead them away to a more private area where they could cry and laugh and jerk off in peace.
The bullybraids were still screeching in their shrill voices and Ketha considered spraying them as well. But she wasn’t sure how that would affect Fry’nox, the Blurbian they lived on, who really hadn’t done anything at all to her. In fact, despite all the commotion, he was still sitting behind the chipped plasti-wood counter, silently contemplating his hand like it was the most interesting sight in the space station—which was most definitely not the case considering the Peace Keepers.
Ketha pulled her hood back up to cover her face and continued moving away from the “scene of the crime” as quietly as she could. Luckily everything had happened fast and nobody seemed to realize that she was the source of all the confusion. People were staring at the three Peace Keepers who were overcome with emotion and nobody was looking at her at all.
Or so she thought.
Just as she had finally reached the exit of the space station a big, strong hand gripped her arm. At the same time, another hand grabbed her by her other wrist and squeezed, causing her to drop the Emotion Spray canister with a clatter to the chipped tile floor.
“Well, well,” a familiar voice rumbled in her ear. “Very impressive, little girl.
The last time I saw a shit storm that intense was when a vat holding extra creamy chizwick milk exploded and drenched a lot of lactose intolerant Verbath investors who were touring a hydro-dairy.”
“Styx?” Ketha exclaimed, turning her head to see him. But the person holding her also had on a hooded cloak—only his was black.
“Shhh—that name isn’t safe here at the moment, and you’re the reason it isn’t,” he growled softly. “Come on, little girl—you’re in big trouble!”
10
KETHA
Ketha felt as though her heart was trying to pound its way out of her ribcage. Finally she had found the big Kindred, and yet now that she had, everything she’d been planning to say had flown right out of her head!
“You…you’re here!” was all she managed as Styx pulled her down the corridor towards the docking area.
“Yeah, I’ve been hanging around, waiting for the heat to die down before I made a move,” he growled, shooting her an angry glare. “But then you came along and stirred everyone up again!”
“Why are they all so angry at you?” Ketha asked, finally finding her voice. “Fry’nox’s bullybraids were screaming that you’re a liar and a cheat.”
“That’s because you had me detained on Yonnie Six for so damn long and I wasn’t able to fulfill the contracts I had with them,” he growled. “I’ve been trying to wait for a time when those damn bullies were all asleep so I could talk to Fry’nox without raising the alarm. But now they’ll be awake for the next solar week straight since you riled them up!”
“I…I’m sorry,” Ketha said. “I wasn’t trying to rile them up!”
“Well, for someone who wasn’t trying, you sure as Hell succeeded,” he snarled. “What are you even doing here, anyway, little girl?”
Ketha licked her lips nervously, unsure how to answer. Now that she was near him again, his hot, spicy scent seemed to have short-circuited her brain, even as her body was going into overload. Her nipples were so tight they almost hurt and her pussy was feeling wet and swollen and hot.
“I…I came to see you,” she said at last, in a small voice.
“What the fuck for?” he demanded. “Wait—here we are.”
Looking up, Ketha realized they had reached a massive ship, about four times as big as her own little cruiser. It was painted dark red, just like the big Kindred’s skin and the door was an ominous black.
As she watched, Styx pressed one massive hand to the ID panel and the black metal door slid to one side soundlessly.
“Come on,” he said and pulled her inside. He took off his long black cloak and hung it on a hook on the wall but Ketha kept her cloak on—she wasn’t ready to take it off yet, she told herself.
She looked around as they passed through the cockpit and entered a neat but sparse living area. There was nothing but a single couch that was large enough and sturdy enough to support the big Kindred’s muscular bulk and an entertainment screen on the wall.
“Where…where’s your crew?” she asked, looking around.
“Don’t have one—I’m a one-male operation, little girl,” he growled. “Now tell me why you came all this way to find me. The Ceinex Five Spaceport isn’t exactly safe for a female on her own—as you found out for yourself just a minute ago.”