Page 66 of Solan

Vegas was mesmerized. For a big guy, he had some serious moves. Way to go, Solan. One guard was already on the ground, and Solan had the guard’s sword in his hand.

He glanced her way, shock filtering across his face when he realized how close Vegas was to the fight.

“Look out!” she screamed.

A blade sliced across Solan’s back. He roared and slammed a fist into his attacker, sending him flying.

Boros also had his sword out but let his guards attack Solan. The coward. He most likely expected them to tire Solan, then he would step in and finish the job. He would claim Solan’s death was due to his abilities with a blade.

“Vegas, get out of there,” Heather yelled, who was pinned to the wall by Padam.

“I can’t leave him.”

“You are no good to him,” Padam shouted. “Move to safety before you are harmed.”

Something hard slammed into Vegas’s foot. She jumped back and saw a bloody blade on the ground. She grabbed it up, not certain what she was planning to do, but one less huge sharp thing stabbing at Solan could only be a good thing.

“Human, you challenge me.” Boros slid around the fight, Solan held back by two guards as they slashed and stabbed.

Vegas’s eyes widened She swallowed the sick feeling sliding up her throat. “No, I’m just keeping this blade safe.”

“You have defiled a Galaxar’s weapon by touching it. You think you can handle such a fine blade?” He swung his own blade in the air in a graceful arc.

She heard Solan roar in anger, but her gaze was fixed to the blade swirling in the air.

“I will gut you,” Boros growled. “If I cannot have you, no one will.”

Vegas scowled. He was one of those guys, only happy when he had total control over the woman he was supposed to care about.

Solan howled. The howl was followed by a white blast of light.

Vegas saw blood pooling on the floor. It couldn’t be his; please don’t let it be his blood.

“They’ve got lasers,” Heather shouted.

Vegas looked past Boros. Two of his guards held small metallic lasers, pointing them straight at Solan. They were illegal on the station. They were also deadly if set to kill.

All Solan had was his speed and a blade. Would it be enough?

Boros hit her blade, and Vegas almost lost her grip. Clamping both hands around the hilt she smacked his blade away.

His eyes glinted. “So, you do want to fight.”

“What I want is to get you off this space station, you sick, twisted asshole.” She only needed to hold out for a little longer. Station security must be aware of the fight. They’d be on their way. Vegas had to keep Boros’s blade out of her gut until then, and she’d be fine.

Vegas heard Heather scream. Padam was fighting a guard as she hid behind his broad back. But he was losing. Blood leaked from a wound on his leg and he was fighting with his left hand, the blade seeming heavy in his grip.

Boros tapped her cheek with his blade. Vegas leaped back and swung her weapon wildly, not realizing how close Boros was.

He smirked. “You lose focus and you die. I’m going to have you beg before you die.”

“I’m begging you for nothing.”

“Not even to spare your lover’s life?” He stepped to the side.

Vegas’s jaw dropped. Solan was on the ground. The blood she’d seen was his. They’d killed him. “Is he... what have you done?”

“Defended my honor.”