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Salvadore faltered.

The silence said more than anything could.

Savvine stepped forward, eyes cool and flint-hard. ‘The person you should be having a good look at is yourself. You’ve got a lot to answer for, Salvadore. Like playing delivery boy for whatever alien freak show gave you those drones. Had you not done so, perhaps your legacy might still be alive.’

As she spoke, the side doors hissed open, and the Signet team swept back in, black armor gleaming, rifles raised but not needed.

‘Clear,’ Kaal announced. ‘We’ve routed out any stragglers and hiding rats, and they’re all in our various brigs.’

Xander nodded. ‘Sante. Now add thesekinaisto the complement.’

The Signet pack advanced, and the Lombardi crew flinched, not wanting a repeat of the earlier battle.

Xander lifted two fingers, crisp. ‘Take them to theSombra. They can sit in the can until Savvine and I decide when we want to talk.’

Salvadore twisted, eyes feral. ‘I won’t say a word.’

Xander just smiled, a cold, terrifying smirk.

‘Oh, but you won’t be able to resist,’ Xander purred. ‘Especially when you meet Miral. She’s an outstanding member of our crew and has a fantastic ability to induce loose lips.’

Salvadore’s face paled. His breath hitched, and he tried to laugh and failed.

The Signet guards clamped energy cuffs on him and the rest of his cowedcaposand marched them out.

Salvadore went last, silent now, his face paler than ash.

Xander reached out for his woman as the mob boss disappeared into the corridor. ‘After you, my lady?’

She waggled her brows at him as she stalked past. ‘I’m no lady.’

‘See?’ he murmured, leaning in as she slowed her roll, her eyes flush to his chest, then tilted to his handsome, craggy face. ‘You are a lady. Just one who doesn’t mind getting her hands dirty.’

Savvine smirked. ‘You haven’t seen filthy yet.’

‘That a promise?’

‘Fokkyeah.’

20

Wolves Among The Stars

SAVVINE

Xander and Savvine strode through the halls of theSanto Venado,lit by flickering, failing lights.

They headed to the rear docking bay, where the Signet crew held Salvadore and his lackeys.

A shimmer of gold-mauve light rippled before them as Miral materialized mid-stride.

Her teetering platform boots hit the deck with feline grace. Her eyes were already scanning, and her irises flashed with streaming data.

Xander clocked her, raising his chin to her. ‘Tell me you’re in.’

‘They tried to wipe their core,’ Miral replied, kneeling by a wall panel.

Her gloves morphed into slim hacking tendrils that slipped beneath the console. ‘Sloppy, childish even, and oh so adorable.’