Wind Demon Triology: Book II: Evil Wind by Charlotte Boyett-Compo

“We'll need more E.S.U.s and containment cells."
    "And the DarkWind is not as quick as the StarRaider nor does it have as much firepower,” Khiershon put in.
    "Aye, well, there's that,” Marti acknowledged.
    "I told Raphaella to stay in Corinth,” Khiershon grumbled. “Why the hell didn't she listen to me?"
    "I imagine she calls herself protecting you,” Iyan replied.
    "She's more apt to get herself and her crew killed,” Khiershon complained.
    "And the StarRaider blown to bits or so disabled it will be worthless to us,” Iyan added.
    "What do you want to do?” Sinjin Wynth, the navigator asked.
    "We're four days away from Rysalia Prime,” Iyan reminded Khiershon. “If we go to Raphie's aid, we run the risk of not being where we need to be when your bloodkin are brought out for execution. If we don't lock on to them as soon as they are out of the Titaness, we can kiss their asses goodbye."
    "We'll have one chance and one chance only so we've got to time it just right,” Wynth declared.
    "Aye, I know,” Khiershon said. He plowed a hand through his hair. “What's happening with the StarRaider?"
    "Still sitting there,” Hesar reported. “They're carrying on a conversation and...” His eyebrows shot up. “She's powering down her weapons."
    "Is the bitch surrendering?” Iyan hissed. He reached up to tug two handfuls of his hair. “By the gods, she can't be giving the Amazeen my gods-be-damned StarRaider!"
    "Can you patch in their communications to our vid-com?” Khiershon queried, glancing at Iyan. “Stop pulling your hair out, McGregor. You don't have all that much to begin with."
    Hesar's fingers sped over the keyboard and Raphaella's voice came over the vid-com loud and clear:
    ".. I am merely the mate of Khiershon Cree and it was I who set him free!"
    Iyan turned a horrified face to the Reaper and saw a dark red stain spreading over Cree's complexion. “Who the hell is she bragging to?” McGregor gasped.
    "Open a channel to her, Bryan,” Khiershon said between clenched teeth. “Now!"
    Despite all Bryan could do, any transmission between the DarkWind and Raphaella's ship could not be linked. “She's got a block on all incoming messages,” Bryan reported.
    "What about the other ship?” Iyan barked. “Do we have any idea who's in charge of it? Whose ship is it anyway?"
    "The Alluvia ,” Hesar answered, tapping into the Intergalactic Registration data bank. “An Amazeen LRC registered to a Captain Thalia Chakai. I'm doing a scan of the vessel and finding ten women and two males, one of which is a werebeast."
    "A male onboard an Amazeen vessel?” Dax questioned.
    "He is their prisoner,” Iyan said.
    "Aye and I'll wager he's a Reaper, too,” Khiershon said, cursing beneath his breath. “Sajin, perhaps?"
    "So what do we do?” Iyan asked.
    "We can't leave him on that ship if he's a Reaper, can we?” Hesar inquired.
    "I don't see any way around it. Let's just hope he isn't being tortured,” Iyan said and saw Khiershon flinch.
    "I'm not getting any psychic signals that that is happening. If they are taking him to Rysalia Prime, we'll have to be prepared to extract him along with the rest of my bloodkin when the time comes,” Khiershon said then shrugged. “Just keep an eye on them and if anything changes, let me know."
    "She was definitely bragging to Chakai,” Iyan said. “Do you think the Amazeen could be a friend?"
    "Raphie doesn't have any women friends,” Khiershon replied. “It's a strange situation all the way around but we're not close enough to get involved."
    "And shouldn't give ourselves away,” Hesar put in.
    "I hope to the heavens Raphie hasn't lessened our chances of rescuing your kin,” Iyan said. “If she has, I'll strangle the wench myself!"
    "She's not crazy enough to tell Chakai what she's planning or that we're on our way to Rysalia Prime,” Khiershon said.
    "Aye, but Chakai and every Amazeen alive knows you're somewhere out here and she'll put two and two together and