Daegon: Alien Warlord's Conquest (Scifi Alien-Human Military Romance) by Vi Voxley Read Free Book Online Page B

called out to the warlord. Above all else, she wanted more of him.
    It didn't have to be anything physical, necessarily. She just wanted to continue living with Daegon as part of her life. Then she could figure out exactly what he was.
    Her hearing wasn't supernatural in any way, but even Zoey could suddenly make out footsteps coming her way. They weren't hurrying but slow and steady, as if the person had no reason to rush whatsoever.
    This being a Yemalan ship, it left very few options to who it could be.
    Zoey hid behind a darker nook as soon as she heard him. She doubted it would work, but she wasn't going to let the opportunity to see the man pass. If she could find out who was cooperating with the Yemalan, clearly guiding their steps... That would be something Daegon could use.
    Taking a deep, quiet breath, Zoey dared to peek out of her hiding spot.
    The dark corridor was empty, although she could have sworn the steps were almost upon her.
    Was I wrong? It couldn't have been an echo, I'm sure of it –
    That was all she could think before a hand grabbed her. Suppressing a scream, Zoey rounded on the attacker, trying to rip herself free.
    "Don't try anything foolish," the man said.
    He was clearly Corgan, which made her struggling all the more pointless. Zoey stared up into fever-bright blue eyes, somehow wrong in their intensity. Daegon's eyes had been passionate, wild. The gaze of this warrior was driven by something different. He was mad, furious even.
    He was nearly as tall and powerful as Daegon, but he scared her in a way Daegon never had. Mara James had assured her that Daegon wouldn't hurt her, but this warrior would, Zoey had no doubt about that.
    But she wouldn't let it come to that. The man had startled her, but he had grabbed the arm that held the trident. Since the weapon was practically useless to her anyway, Zoey let it drop but brought up her other hand, stopping only inches from the man's face.
    His eyes went wide in surprise, but he didn't even flinch.
    "Let go of me," Zoey snarled, "or I will burn your face off."
    In answer, the warrior caught her hand, moving so fast she couldn't even react before he held the glove and her hand away from the two of them. His eyes twinkled with amusement.
    "Feisty," he said, "but you are not a match for me."
    "I know," Zoey replied defiantly, "but I can still struggle. Would you risk getting hit with it accidentally?"
    "Yes," the warrior replied calmly as if they weren't talking about his death. "Are you?"
    Zoey thought about it for a second, but as soon as she saw the smug expression on the Corgan's face, she lashed out with all her strength. The man managed to avoid contact with the glove, as she'd predicted, but in turn Zoey pulled free.
    She made no illusions to herself. He'd let her go because there was nowhere for her to run.
    He's not going to kill me , she told herself. Not yet, at least.
    "I think your little escape is over now," said the warrior. "Come along and I will not hurt you."
    Zoey raised the glove in front of her, backing away.
    "One step," she warned him, "and I will do what I promised."
    Attempt to, at least. He's no joke. I wonder if he's a clan lord as well.
    As soon as the idea occurred to her, Zoey realized it had to be true. He walked with the same arrogant pride as all warlords did, confident in themselves and their capability. The man in front of her definitely wasn't some trooper. He looked like he gave orders, not obeyed them.
    "Who are you?" she asked, still retreating.
    The warrior followed, his expression unchanging. Zoey noticed he hadn't even pulled his swords free. No need for them to deal with her, apparently. She frowned.
    And of course the man didn't respond. Apparently he wasn't the type of villain to carelessly explain his master plan to her, but Zoey had a mind of her own. She'd seen enough on the ship to start piecing the clues together.
    "You're working with the Yemalan," she said. "I heard you. If your chieftain hears of this,