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

behind her.
    "I only need to ask you a few things," she said quickly. "Nothing more. I'm no threat to you. If you answer me, there will be no more trouble for you."
    "That may very well be, but as you might have guessed, I don't answer to anyone," Soros said, walking right past the rifle.
    The fact that he didn't even seem to care about the gun bothered Kat the most. She turned, trying to aim again, but the warrior ripped it out of her hand like he was taking a toy from a child. He tossed it aside and stopped right in front of her, his merciless eyes filled with an emotion Kat couldn't guess at.
    She backed away, quickly slipping around the bike, but there was no place for her to hide. When he grabbed her, Kat fought back as hard as she could, but she might as well have been trying to box with a wall. Soros' armor was tough, and so was he. Kat was hurting herself more than him, and he wrung her hands behind her back easily. That left her trapped in his arms, staring up at him.
    Kat didn't fear death, but that was not how she'd imagined it either.
    I didn't know the Reaper had blue eyes.
    "If you're going to kill me, do it quickly," she said defiantly, but his answer surprised her.
    "If I wanted to kill you, you’d already be dead," Soros said. "Those idiots might not have heard you over their engines and the fighter still burning, but I found you as soon as they were gone."
    There were plenty of legends of people thinking crazy things before dying, like worrying whether they’d paid all their bills or if their hair looked nice. As she stood, the only thought rushing through Kat's head was, Please tell me I didn't snore.
    "I heard you when you woke up. Your breathing changed. So consider yourself safe from me. However …"
    His deep blue eyes shone like stars as his voice dropped so low that Kat had a hard time catching all the words.
    "I want you to understand that can change in an instant if you are foolish enough to try and run. Until you behave, I will not hurt you, but I can't let you leave. Before I know who my enemies are, the chieftain is just as likely to kill me as the rest of them. I can't let you run off and risk that you will give someone any information that would lead to me. You are coming with me."
    The warrior waited for a second before releasing Kat. She stepped back, but didn't run, knowing it to be futile.
    Great. From hunter to the catch of the day.
    "I will let you go once this idiocy is solved," Soros said.
    "And when do you think that will be?" Kat dared to ask, frowning.
    The warrior mounted the speeder, turning her way, waiting.
    "Until Corgans learn to deal with their problems," he said with a humorless smile. "I can't say how long that will take. I haven't noticed any progress in my lifetime."
    That was the least comforting thing she'd ever heard, but Kat chose not to argue. With no other choice, she sat behind him on the speeder and let him take them away. Hoping that a solution would present itself before they grew old together.

Chapter Eight

Soros
    T he bike picked up speed as they approached the Grouvelle mountains.
    Soros didn't have to do that, but he was interested in how the Terran girl would react to it. She clearly didn't enjoy the perilous, deadly ride they were taking, rushing on a thin road that towered over a canyon below them.
    All Corgan warriors went through every kind of training their commanders could come up with and dangerous roads were definitely one of them. No chase or war would end because they were unable to pursue the enemy. Right now, the hover bike was helping, of course, but without it the path would have taken a lot of time to travel.
    Soros knew what he was doing, but it must have looked suicidal to the girl. He could feel her hands tightening their hold around him.
    Once again, he caught himself wondering why he'd spared her life. On the one hand, Soros didn't make it his business to kill those who were simply unlucky enough to be in his way. She had chosen to