Page 87 of The Alien Warrior's Mate

“Ah!” She bent over and held her head. The room was spinning, and her vision turned hazy. Her brain hurt like a thousand pins were needling into her.

“Sara!”

“En-tha-ra.”

“What?” Emma leaned closer.

“The… the robot.”

“What about the robot?” Lilliana sobbed. “What did they do to you, Sara?”

“His… eyes,” she panted.

Emma glanced up and then down. “They’re grey.”

“What?” Sara’s head whipped up and she immediately regretted the move. It took a second for her vision to clear and the moment it did, she gazed at Enthara. Her entire body went cold as her eyes locked with the robot’s.

Grey.

Enthara’s eyes were still grey.

Veins bulging out of her neck, Sara struggled to her feet. “I think… something went wrong.”

“So what?” Emma asked. “Something’s wrong with you too. You need to lie down.”

“No.” She gritted her teeth and took calming breaths, hoping that they could steady the pulses in her brain.

Lilliana shrieked. “What do you mean no?”

“I have to… go to Korben.”

“No way.” Emma stood in her path.

Sara glared. “You need to move.”

“I refuse.”

Sara lifted her hand and held it there. “This is your last warning.”

“Or what?”

“I’m going to call Enthara in here.” Sara tilted her chin up. “And she’s going to remove you for me.”

Anger burning her eyes, Emma stepped aside. “Fine. If you want to go and kill yourself over those blue aliens. Have at it.”

“Wait! If the robot dinosaur is gone, then who’ll protect us?” Lilliana shrieked.

“Lans taught Emma how to shoot his laser gun before he left.”

Emma’s lips tightened. “It wasonelesson.”

“You caught on fast.” Sara recalled the shooting lesson Lans had given Emma. She’d picked up on it even more quickly than Sara had with the Rulari’s sword. Lans had seemed impressed.

Emma’s frown got more severe. “I’m no hero.”

“You survived.” Sara gave her and Lilliana a firm nod. “We’re survivors. That’s better than being a hero.”

Her words were for herself more than them. She thought of Janet in the bathtub and curled her fingers into fists. Fear and pain paralyzed her, but she refused to let it take over. She could do this. Korben was counting on her.