Free Rescued By Tordin: Olodian Alien Warrior Romance by Mychal Daniels

breathing mask as soon as you locate her. Take Surt with you to retrieve her and bring her to the Jump. Make haste, as the vessel is very unstable. You have…” he checked the environmental conditions to be as accurate as possible, “six clicks to return with her. Move!”
    Malm watched Jalek and Surt hurry to find the other female. Then he gave similar orders to another team member to locate the other being hiding in this area. He and his second waited with the female who was fighting bouts of unconsciousness.
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    K yra was ecstatic . Help had come, albeit most likely athletic Russian cosmonauts, but help nonetheless. The events of the day had taken their toll, and she was tired, struggling to stay awake. She didn’t try to speak as she stood there with these two very big and tall men, waiting for Phoebe to be found.
    The oxygen mask was a welcome relief. She hadn’t realized how much the air had deteriorated until this large man had placed the mask on her. Then she remembered Mark. He needed a mask, as well. When she turned to find him, her heart sank. She could tell from where she stood that his soul had left his body. He lay in a crumpled mass against the same wall he’d been thrown against before these men showed up. There was no condensation forming in the mask from his breathing. She wanted to cry and hit something.
    The commander was dead. He was so close to being rescued like she’d told him. She’d failed to help him stay with her just a few minutes longer. What if she hadn’t turned her back to leave? This was so unfair, and she wanted to take it out on something or someone. The thought of Brantley crossed her mind again. It was all his fault. That one little, sniveling idiot managed to take out an entire space station. Kyra wasn’t sure whether he’d made it off the station or not, but she hoped he got his just deserts for this.
    “No, don’t let her see me. She’ll try to kill me! You have to help me. Keep her away from me, please!”
    Kyra spun around to see the object of her murderous rage. “Brantley! I’m going to kill you!” She lunged at him before the tall one named Malm had a chance to catch her.
    Kyra managed to land four or five good punches before the men pulled her off him. Brantley cowered and hid himself behind one of the men.
    “Keep her away from me. I told you she would try to kill me.”
    “You bet I will. You did this! It’s all because of you. You killed the commander! Brantley, you need to pay for what you’ve done.” She ran toward him again only to go airborne in the arms of the strong Malm. She had the quick thought that these men must be body-builders, but at the moment she had Brantley to kill.
    “What has this male done that has upset you so, Kyra?” Malm asked.
    Since she still could not see his face, she had to gather from his tone that he wanted to stay impartial. She wasn’t having it. Brantley didn’t deserve to be rescued. He didn’t deserve to breathe the air they were giving him. She looked at him in utter disgust as he took in huge gulps of oxygen and attempted to hide behind one of the giants.
    She directed her response to Malm. “This one is responsible for all this,” she said waving a hand around the engine room. “He’s the reason we’re in this mess. He killed our commander. Look at him, Brantley. He’s dead!” she screamed, pointing to the commander’s still form against the wall. “How does it feel to know you killed him and who knows how many others? Do you feel powerful enough now? Huh?” Her skin felt white-hot with emotion.
    The commander died, but Brantley lived to be rescued? That was the epitome of tragedy.
    Before she could launch further into the tirade she felt bubbling up into her chest on how she was going to do everything in her power to have him prosecuted for this, heavy footsteps drew closer.
    Kyra turned to see two more of the big men running back; one of them carried Phoebe in his arms. She broke away from Malm,