Coletti Warlords: Reality Bites by Gail Koger Read Free Book Online

sagged limply in their grip.
    With a furious honk, Mog thumped over to Jaylan and ripped a chunk of flesh from his neck. The cyborg smiled gleefully, his mouth a bloody mess.
    A black rage exploded inside me. Now they died. Drawing on my telekinesis, I seized the fallen sword and beheaded the three bears. Goldilocks I wasn’t.
    Jaylan dropped to the cold metal floor. Blood rapidly pooled beneath his body.
    A ripple of panic cramped my stomach. He was bleeding out.
    With stiff fingers, I pulled a skunk bomb out of my backpack, set the timer, and rolled it at Mog.
    Bang! A cloud of toxic spray filled the room.
    My eyes began to water, and I coughed up a lung. That batch was really strong.
    Mog and the teddy bears immediately started vomiting and rushed for the door.
    About freaking time. Grabbing my gun, I sited in on the cyborg and his furry friends as they struggled to fit through the door at the same time. Holy hell, the idiots were literally tearing each other apart in their mad need to get away from the smell.
    Since they were doing a damned fine job of killing one another, it was almost a shame to waste my bullets on them.
    Honking wildly, Mog turned and fired at me.
    The laser beam took out the transporter controls.
    “Good shootin’, asshole.” I emptied my pistol at him.
    Bullets pinging off his metal head, Mog threw himself over the pile of bodies and fell into the corridor. His furious quacks echoed off the walls.
    Whatever Jaylan had given me was working. I could actually move again. I staggered over to the door, kicked a bear leg out of the way, and hit the lock. It probably wouldn’t keep the Hus Pings out for very long, but hopefully the smell would.
    Wheezing gasps filled the sudden silence.
    Icy tendrils of fear skittered up my spine. I could barely feel Jaylan’s life force. It suddenly hit me. If he died, I died. The link between us was too strong. Even if by some miracle I did survive, I’d be on Mog’s dinner menu.
    Despair quivered through me. Everything I knew about myself had been upended. I needed him. I hungered for his touch. I would follow him into hell. The ruthless warlord was my mate. How fucked-up was that?
    Dropping to my knees beside Jaylan, I locked my mind with his and fell into an endless black void. Cold. It was so cold. Agonizing pain tore through me, and I struggled to breathe. We were dying.
    No! Not today. I drew on every ounce of power I had and struggled to keep Jaylan from dying. The cold wrapped around me, leeching my strength and pulling me down into the beckoning blackness. Voices of the dead whispered to me, sighed, and screamed in murderous fury.
    His heartbeat slowed. Rage suddenly vibrated through every cell of my body. “What kind of warlord are you? Only a coward would let that fucking cyborg win. Fight, dammit! I can’t do this without your help.”
    The breath rattled in Jaylan’s chest.
    “C’mon, you’re Zarek’s best hunter. Coletti warriors don’t ever give up.”
    Jaylan’s voice was a faint whisper in my head. “Not. Coward. Coletti.”
    “Then act like one.” I couldn’t heal him and hold back death at the same time.
    The predator in Jaylan awoke, and his life force flared weakly. “Protect. Mate. Kill Mog.”
    “You’re damned right you will.” I quickly channeled my healing energy into his body. Jaylan’s labored breathing steadied. The torn flesh on his neck and face regenerated.
    My hand slipped in Jaylan’s blood. Oh God. He had lost so much. If I let him feed from me now, I wasn’t sure I’d have enough juice left to finish mending his broken bones. I placed my hands on Jaylan’s chest and focused on easing his ribs back in place.
    Bam! The door shuddered from a heavy blow.
    Mog was back. A wave of exhaustion rolled over me, and my concentration faltered. Shit. My strength was gone. If I didn’t get him back into fighting shape, we were doomed.
    A small nodule of power in Jaylan’s head drew my attention. Why hadn’t I noticed