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Gwen, Surface of The Colony Moon, on board the Hive ship
“What?”
“You heard me,” he replied.
“You’re going to s***k me? What for?” The guy was insane if he thought he was going to get his hands on me—at least that way. I was all for the f*****g part.
“For putting yourself in danger. For not listening to a single thing I said. For taking on nine Hive all by yourself.”
The way he said the word nine had me taking a step back. His face was red, tendons in his neck becoming extended. His fangs were hanging low, just over the edge of his bottom lip. Yeah, he was pissed.
“But I didn’t want you to get hurt. It’s not like you could listen to them, to know their thoughts. To kill them.”
He took a step closer. “You think me weak, mate?”
I shook my head, swallowed. The intensity on his fac
