"What did you call me?"
Adonis asked, his voice completely devoid of the heavy, corrupted static that usually accompanied his rage. The white light in his eyes violently flickered, short-circuiting into a rapid, chaotic swirl of deep blue and terrified gold.
The ionizing plasma around his massive, clenched fists instantly dissipated with a soft, electronic hiss, leaving only the sharp scent of ozone in the ruined master suite.
Nikki sat against the silk pillows, her chest heaving as the final, agonizing pieces of her fragmented mind violently locked into place. The dull throb in her bandaged temple was entirely eclipsed by clarity.
Tears, thick and fast, spilled over her lashes and streamed down her pale cheeks. She didn't look at the Supreme Commander as a terrifying dictator or a lethal machine.
