Page 192 of Galaxy Circus Act One

“What I want to know is how did one come to be on this ship?” Tirrian sounds angry. I imagine he is not a creature who doesn’t like to be in control of his own body. “Who runs this bar?” he demands of Tully, who shakes her head.

“My sister and I do. We never hired this thing,” she spits out the words, and the Madova laughs again, looking quite comfortable reclined back on the chair. “We hired what we thought was a Filani. She had all the right documents and references, but was always covered in the traditional Filani garb, so we didn’t know any different.”

“Filanis can be just as dangerous,” Silac points out, and Tully shakes her head.

“There are good and bad people in all races. Most Filanis only take the smallest amount of life force during sex, nothing that damages the partner, but it’s also why they never settle down. They need to constantly have sex to feed, but there are some who will kill their partners. This is nothing new in the galaxy,” Tully argues. “Unlike these parasites. Gilani needs to see the doctor now. We need to find a way to extract the eggs.”

I can’t believe what I am hearing.

“So you are saying that this one took the place of the real woman you hired? But why?” Cas asks, stepping out of thebooth, and I follow him. I can feel Silac and Tirrian at my back, so I turn and whisper to them.

“Can the two of you wake the rest of the men from the trance and get them out of here? I don’t think it’s safe.”

Thankfully Tirrian doesn’t argue or sneer, he just quickly agrees, and then they work their way around the room as I tune back into the conversation.

“Tell us why you’re here,” Tully demands, her gun still pointing at the Madova.

The Madova chuckles and shrugs. “Maybe it was just my breeding time and I was looking for a suitable partner.”

Cas shifts into half form, shredding his clothes, and the two of us mount the steps to back up Tully.

“I somehow doubt that. No man is willing to breed with a Madova, it’s why you need to put us all into a trance,” Cas snaps.

She hisses, and a long, forked tongue flickers in and out of her mouth. I shiver in disgust. Now, on Silac, that shit is sexy, but seeing this female do it just creeps me out.

“Why are you really here?”

She starts to laugh again, and this time more yellow pus starts to ooze out of the gaping hole in her stomach. That thing still hasn’t retracted, and it’s no wonder, considering the size of the cock that had been in it. I feel nauseous just looking at it.

“I just can’t do this with all of that.” I gag a little. “Can we cover her up?” I ask.

One of Caspian’s tentacles grabs the last cloth she removed and quickly drapes it over her. She doesn’t move.

“Why isn’t she moving?” I’m curious as to why she is just sitting there, unconcerned.

“She can’t. She’s paralyzed for a short time. They both would have been if Tully hadn’t stepped in.”

“Shall I call Xavier and get him down here? Maybe he can rifle through her brain and find out why she’s really here,” I suggest, and he looks at the female once more.

“Last chance to admit why you’re here, or I will call the warlock down and he can force it out of you.”

She hisses, and I see her pussy snake start to retract as all of the ones on her head stand up and flare their hoods.

“Ah, I think the paralysis is wearing off.” I point out the movement in case Cas missed it.

“Just let me kill her. No good can come of this.” Tully waves her gun, but Cas holds up his hand as Tirrian and Silac join us on stage. The female’s eyes widen, and she licks her lips as she gazes at them, and when I turn to see why, I find Silac has shifted into his half form as well.

“A naga. You would have been a suitable carrier for my eggs. What a shame I did not pick you out of the crowd,” she hisses and pouts.

Silac flares his hood and slithers closer, looking down on her. Her eyes start to glaze slightly, but she shakes it off and hisses at him, as do the snakes on her head. He flares his hood wider and starts to weave back and forth in front of her. This time her eyes glaze over fully.

“Why are you here?” he demands once more.

“The orb of power is rumored to be on this ship. I was sent to find it.” I feel my stomach lurch and my skin prickle with panic. I stay very still, not glancing at Caspian in the hope that I do not give myself away.

“By whom?” Silac demands.

“The Syndicate,” she replies in a monotone voice.