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“Get me a f*****g location now!” Laarn growled over the commlink as he stormed through the lower city streets, a blade in one hand and a pulse pistol in the other. He knew he presented a formidable sight in full battle armor, his hair flying around his shoulders as he kicked doors down and stormed through houses.
Maids scattered as he entered the next house, the high-pitched shriek of terrified oonat getting on his nerves as he ripped through rooms but found them empty of his prey.
“f**k!” He turned in a circle in the shady interior courtyard, fists white-knuckled around his weapons.
They’d stolen Jess right out from under his nose. From the palace gardens no less. He still couldn’t understand why she’d even been there on her own, and he’d raged at her guards. Demanding to know how
