Excerpt of Intergalactic Witness Protection
Stop,” Killa mutters. “Please. Stop.”
Both Nicholases turn to grin at her in synchronization. “I know how you feel about me, Killa,” the right one begins. “But other women have different opinions-”
The left one grunts. “No need to get jealous, sweetheart.”
Suddenly, both cry out and are knocked to the ground.
I turn to find Orion holding his trank-gun, smoke rising out of it as he grits his teeth.
“What did you do?!” Killa cries, rushing forward.
“Shape shifters can’t retain their borrowed shape while unconscious,” he mutters.
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