Soldier Mine by Amber Kell Read Free Book Online

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    Zander shrugged. “They told us the code during training. You haven’t gotten that far yet. I hope they haven’t escaped.” Zander tucked himself close to the wall beside Kres and scanned the area with his brilliant blue eyes. The man might not be a soldier, but he had good instincts. His Thresl stood beside him, its gold eyes gleaming with anger. The cat wasn’t taking the abduction of one of its kind well.
    “Can you feel him?” Zander asked.
    “No.” For a moment despair threatened to drown Kres, but he shoved it aside. This was no time to feel sorry for himself. He had to get his Thresl back.
    “You should’ve bonded with him,” Zander scolded.
    “Shut up!” Kres snapped. He didn’t need a lecture on something he already knew.
    A roar had them turning to the corridor on the right. As quickly and silently as he could, Kres rushed down the hall, only pausing when he reached an intersection. The noise became louder. Someone was getting an education in the abduction of Thresls, and it wasn’t going well for them.
    Kres let a slow smile cross his lips.
    “Don’t hurt him,” a male voice said. “He’s no good to us if he’s dead.”
    He wasn’t going to be good for them at all.
    There were only three men left. Two of them carried Vohne between them while the third ordered and cursed.
    Kres didn’t know if the others had gone ahead or if their bodies were left on the floor in the smoke-filled cafeteria. All he knew was that they weren’t there and he wasn’t going to let these three idiots take off with his man.
    Leaning around the corner, he aimed his weapon at the only one not holding his Thresl. The man went down with a shot to the back of his neck.
    Kres hid behind the wall as the other two men shouted.
    “We’ve got to get out of here.”
    “The door’s locked.”
    Kres smiled. The bastards were trapped.
    The sound of booted feet thundered behind him.
    “What’s going on?” The commander’s voice was hushed behind him.
    “There are two of them left. They have Vohne.”
    “Leave one of them alive for questioning. I want to find out how they got in here,” the commander ordered.
    “I’ll try.” Kres refused to make any promises. If the choice came between keeping one alive and saving his Thresl, there wasn’t any question.
    “You’d better open this door,” one of the abductors shouted. “If you don’t, your Thresl is history.”
    “Let go of the Thresl and we’ll let you leave,” the commander responded.
    “I don’t believe you,” the abductor shouted back.
    “He’s smarter than he looks,” Kres muttered.
    Fear almost stopped his heart. The creature that had at first seemed like an interruption to his well-planned life now was the most important thing in it. What would he do if Vohne were killed?
    Vohne’s voice whispered in his head, “ Mate. ”
    “Vohne.”
    “Shoot the bastard.”
    Without hesitation, Kres did as his Thresl had requested. Whipping around the corner, he shot the idiot threatening Vohne. A cry ripped the air as the remaining man holding Vohne tumbled to the ground beneath his weight.
    Soldiers filled the hall, lifting Vohne and clearing the area of the two dead men and the one still alive. Medics arrived soon after with a gurney to take Vohne away. Kres fought through the crowd to get to Vohne’s side. He had to make sure his man-cat was unhurt.
    He shouted and pushed until he stood beside the gurney holding his mate. Foggy gold eyes blinked up at him. Whatever drugs they’d pumped into Vohne’s body made him sluggish and uncoordinated.
    Vohne gripped Kres’ arm like a vice. “You did good, my warrior. I am pleased to rule with you at my side.”
    “To what?”
    Before he could get any answers, the Thresl closed his eyes and the medics carried him away.
    Zander patted him on the back. “What was he talking to you about? You’re looking pale. I thought you’d be happy you have your Thresl back.”
    “I thought I would be too.”