Murder?
''Kylie Robbins is wanted for the Murder of Ambassador Hesslyn after she lured him down a street and stabbed—'
What the? No… My heart was in my stomach. Everything twisting as I clicked through one article and then another, weird facts that didn't quite add up flashing before me.
Some articles said she killed him. Some claimed she had dismembered him. But through them all there was picture after picture of her, the same girl from the club. The girl that had made me feel things that were not supposed to be possible for a Coxian to feel.
Same eyes.
Same tight-lipped smile.
Same sass that was so strong I could practically feel it twist around my soul from the pictures.
It couldn't be. All earthlings had these communicators on their wrist, I had seen hers. And according to these logs she had been registered with TerraLink. If she had murdered this guy she wouldn't be dancing naked at a pussy club in Smog City. From what I heard of TerraLink she would be enslaved.
Unless she was enslaved there. I needed more information. I read through an article, but this article was even more vague than the last. Dismemberment, murder, and something about this Ambassador Hesslyn going off to live a full life.
"So what was it, did she cut off his head or his left arm?" I had heard Earth news was twisted, but this was ridiculous. "Computer," I tapped the face of the communicator again, waking it up again. "Search Ambassador Hesslyn."
The thing buzzed again, images of the old man that she may or may not have murdered flashing over Kylie's picture. The guy reeked of grease and vile tendencies, even just in pictures. I had seen some terrible people in my travels with Fey, but this guy was dripping with deceit. His beady little eyes were like a mud rat from Grindal. His grin a slash like the ones I had seen in the inmates on that prison ship.
Nothing about this guy was right.
Not his smile. Not that ugly uniform that made him look like a commander in a terrorist regime. I leaned closer to the picture, squinting through the throbbing in my head to read the insignia.
T.E.R.R.A
"What the fuck?" Furiously swiping my fingers forward, I looked from one article to the next. Trying to get more information. If Kylie had lured a leader of TerraLink into an alley and done some sort of dismembering it was nearly impossible that she wasn't on some mining ship somewhere, working herself to death.
'Ambassador Hesslyn named grand master or the TerraLink Corporation.'
My furious scrolling froze at the headline, my eyes narrowing as I scanned the article for any information, only to freeze at the date.
"This was last year." A few more taps brought me back to the stories of Kylie's crime. "Two years ago."
Kylie hadn’t killed him, but she had removed an arm or a leg of the man who now led TerraLink. If he’d made that move in a year, he was high enough up in their organization for their little tryst in an alley to be more than a simple slap on the wrist for punishment.
On every planet I had ever visited, the punishment for a crime this severe had been death.
Kylie wasn't being punished. Kylie was hiding. It was why she no longer had freckles. Why her hair was straight. And why she was dancing in the back room of a club.
Kylie was on the run from the man who controlled the entire planet that she was trapped on, and Fey was going to TerraLink to claim her. He was going to lead them right to her.
"Shit!" I roared, ignoring the pain in my head as I jumped to my feet, chair clattering behind me as I stood. "Screw leaving her behind. She's coming with me."
That was if I could get there before Fey did.
"Ship. Where is my brother?" I asked as I slammed the communicator back in my drawer and pulled on a shirt that didn't feature any golden blood.
"TerraLink headquarters."
"FUCKING SHIT MOTHS OF DIADEN." I slammed my fist into the desktop that time, cracking the surface in two. "Ship. We need to launch."
"The system is locked. Please recite the password."
My frustration dissolved into a grimace as I looked up to the ceiling and the disembodied voice. Seeing as Fey had gone to the TerraLink office to purchase Kylie, it was clear he hadn't done more than a precursory search for her information. He wouldn't have changed the password to something about her, which left me only one option.
"Myro is a bastard with a tiny cock that he can't get up."
"Correct."
It was always that. Fey thought he was clever, but he was about to screw everything up with his stupidity. I didn't even have time to be mad, I grabbed my jacket and raced out of my room, right to the cockpit.
"Trace Kylie Robbins and Fey of the Coxian house. Prepare for lift."
I was going to go save both their asses.
7
Kylie
I hadn't slept well since that night. How could I when every single time I closed my eyes I saw the golden skinned gods, sauntering their way towards me with half smiles and gleaming eyes? I was going to run out of sheets thanks to the cold sweat and damp desire that kept rousing me, my fingers constantly searching out the tiny nub of pleasure between my thighs.
I wasn't the only one either, everywhere I went the girls were sharing that video of the dark haired Coxian laid out on the couch, his ridiculous shaft reaching toward the sky. I wasn’t going to lie; I had thought of that cock many times while touching myself.
Everyone had it downloaded on their ident. Someone had offered to share the video with me, but I had politely declined.
I hadn't had my ident on for three years, not
