Mated to the Beast of the Wasteland novel Chapter 162

Chapter 162 The Snare

Chapter 162 The Snare

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Linnea had crumpled to the floor, crying as she stared at Devon. She tried to crawl out of the golden ribbons, but Yvette grabbed her tight. Going out there would only feed her to the serpents too.

The Winterhush staff started picking up that something was wrong.

“By now, the 9th Legion should already be storming the doors. Why hasn’t anyone shown up?”

“Elowen’s out on business today. I already pinged her. She’s heading back now.”

The receptionist had already called security, but no one was picking up.

The other guides saw Devon trapped and rushed forward to help, but most of them only ranked around level 2. One sweep of the serpent’s tail sent them flying.

Devon was inches from death.

Gillian took out a black vial. Her white healing power drew out a thread of what was inside, wrapped it up, and formed it into a thin curl of grey mist.

The grey mist rode on her golden psionic power, carrying a sliver of the taint, and snapped down onto the serpent’s black tail.

The serpent flung Devon away as the pain hit, roaring in fury.

A festering wound opened up along the serpent’s tail. The taint seemed almost alive, rotting flesh on contact and spreading across the tail in seconds. The serpent thrashed and rolled across the floor in agony.

Gillian’s golden psionic power wrapped around Devon and dragged him into the safety of the ribbon

canopy.

Linnea and Yvette hauled him to the reception desk and immediately cashed in three doses of the premium healing alloy reserved for VIP clients. Only after the full three rounds did Devon’s pulse stabilize.

“Elara, I don’t want to play with trash either, but this trash keeps begging to be played with.”

“Fine. Play with them, Gillian, just this once.”

Gillian and Elara’s laughter twisted every mercenary’s face into a snarl.

“Who the hell are you two? Sticking your noses in my business?”

Levi watched his blackbone serpent rot across half its body and knew Gillian had pulled some trick to do it.

He barked an order for his men to drag the serpent aside.

He kept turning it over in his mind. Any female who could block his strike with an ice crystal shield had to be level 7 minimum, and he had only seen a handful of level 7 females in his entire career.

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Chapter 162 The Snare

He pulled up his wrist terminal and scanned Elara’s image into it.

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Blue flames swept across the interface and pulled every female above level 7 from the database in three seconds flat. The only one whose height matched was the Capital Planet’s most notorious resource raider. Ice Shadow.

A flash of delight and greed lit his eyes. So this was Ice Shadow, the bitch herself.

Two weeks ago, she had ripped off the brand new cryogold deposit from the Black Sea right out from under his crew. She hadn’t left them a single scrap.

Small world. No wonder she had looked so damn familiar.

“So you’re Ice Shadow? Is Maddox here?”

Gillian looked at Elara. Maddox? Kin of Merrick’s? She remembered Elara had promised someone to keep Merrick safe, and that someone had to be Maddox.

Elara didn’t confirm a thing. She pulled out her badge and pinned it to her chest.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about, but I’m warning you, get the hell out of here right now. I’m the chief medical officer of the 9th Legion, and I happen to hold the rank of colonel. I don’t need anyone’s authorization to put a bullet in every one of you.”

The colonel’s insignia on her chest threw off a hard, cold gleam, and the whole hall went dead silent.

Winterhush’s people lit up with relief while the mercenaries’ faces twisted into sour scowls.

“You win this round. I came here to do some business, but if I’m not having fun, I’ll take it somewhere else. Let’s move, boys!”

When Winterhush’s staff heard Levi was leaving, every one of them brightened.

Elara caught the click of metal triggers tightening across the room. In the next breath, both her hands flew up and dozens of ice shields slammed down in front of every Winterhush guide.

The ice shields landed at the exact same moment as the gunfire.

Levi and his men had barely taken a few steps before they spun back around.

They raised their metal laser rifles and opened fire on the ceiling and walls, indiscriminately.

The stench of burnt metal flooded the hall as walls and beams started splitting apart under the barrage.

Gillian watched the pear blossom tree take hit after hit, branches snapping off. She flung up a curtain of golden gauze that wrapped around the 20-year-old tree and the jade gourds hanging from its limbs, shielding them.

Every mercenary who had watched Elara pull off that move wore the same smug “gotcha” look on his face. This was Ice Shadow’s signature Shield Array. The shields unfurled one by one, each one blooming open

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