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

a terrifying glare, that for a second, Kat thought he would flee.
    "So it is the second," Soros said, his voice dripping with venom. "Your judgment is as flawed as it ever was. I expected better from you."
    Seeing the clan lord shrink back for a moment was truly something. Old times seemed to catch up with him as he became a student standing before his commander once more. Then the moment passed, and Turian remembered the army dwelling behind the door.
    "I will make you pay for that," he growled. "Either by making you betray your ridiculous principles or simply by killing you. The choice is yours, Soros. Choose well, and don't try anything stupid. By this point, it should be obvious that you have no way to escape."
    Again, Kat saw Soros' eyes look around the cave, searching for a clue of her.
    "Yes," he told Turian. "It's quite clear to me I managed to teach you nothing. At least the chieftain would have enough honor to come and face me alone."
    Turian's blue eyes flashed at the insult, but a crooked smile appeared on his lips.
    "Spare me your lessons, Commander. We both know how that would end. Nadar might die like that, but I take no pride in throwing my life away. Now, what will it be? Join my cause and we can stop the chieftain before it's too late, or die here, pointlessly. I warn you, if you attempt to trick me, the consequences will be dire."
    "There is nothing you can threaten me with," Soros replied.
    Kat started to inch closer as Turian’s ugly grin widened.
    "I already told you. Sentiment. You always loved Dolon Hall, while I never cared for it."
    From her position by the wall, Kat saw the rage in Soros' eyes and knew the clan lord had been right.
    "If you go against the Hall, the Corgans will never forgive you."
    "They will. Apparently we are a very forgiving people. I am giving you a chance. Think before you throw it away."
    Soros hesitated, and Kat knew it was because of her. She was almost there, only a bit more to go, but she couldn't hurry. The noises coming from outside and Turian's comm link were probably drowning out her steps, but she didn't want to risk anything.
    Up so close, the difference between Corgans was obvious to her. Soros had let her live even before he’d got to know her, but the clan lord most likely would not. And after everything she'd seen Soros do, Kat wasn't prepared to take chances with those Corgan reflexes.
    She'd only get one chance, and even that was lunacy, but Kat didn't even consider stopping. It was either that or watch Soros be killed. The few days they'd spent together had been enough to convince her that Soros was the kind of man who'd rather break than bend. He would refuse Turian, even if he managed to ensure her safety.
    Every person in and around that tiny cave knew that he could kill Turian, but Kat found no comfort in that, considering the sheer firepower around the mountain. They'd simply bury Soros under tons of rocks if left with no other option.
    She'd managed to hide her gun and the long dagger under the black cloak before Turian blasted his way in. With only a few feet separating them now, Kat took a moment to consider as Soros remained silent. Luckily for her, Turian was being patient in the hope that Soros would choose life over honor.
    Kat knew better.
    He is quicker than me. So much stronger. Which would scare him more? The dagger needs an angle. I can't give him an out like that. The gun it is.
    She slipped her hand under the black cloak, seeing the way the miraculous fabric immediately adjusted to hide her motions. Kat didn't have the luxury of checking whether Soros was still unaware of her whereabouts. She drew the gun, pointed it at the back of Turian's neck and said, "One move and you die. I can promise you that."
    In the minute she'd planned her move, Kat had gone through a nauseating array of phrases she might use. All of them sounded stupid, but she had to say something. She didn't dare to get too close to the clan lord, fearing he'd simply disarm