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Alien Insertion: An Alien Warrior Romance (The Tuorin Legacy Book 4)
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are flying around us in a chaotic mess. Some are the size of mountains, others much smaller. Each on its own path, they barely miss each other, or collide and break into smaller chunks that fly off into unpredictable directions.
    I grip the handles of the seat so tightly that my knuckles turn white.
    Juordin pilots the ship with breathtaking skill, weaving between the rocks as we get ever closer to the Ardak ship.
    A rock flies in the wrong direction, coming forward over the top of us. At just the last moment, it impacts us, the thud sounding deep and painful. I hear the unmistakable sound of cracking.
    Looking up, I see splintered cracks appearing in the ceiling.
    Another bump from the back of the ship and red lights start to blink on the glass in front of us.
    How much more can we take?
    “It’s all right, sweetheart, this ship can take a lot more than this.”
    I can’t take my eyes off the rocks in front of us. “Did I ask that aloud?”
    “No.” He weaves around another enormous rock. “I could feel you thinking it.”
    Another bump to the right of the ship and he curses. “Almost there. Hang on, baby.”
    I don’t know if he’s talking to me, or the Helios , but I can’t believe I’m actually relieved to be closing in on the Ardak ship.
    One thousand one. One thousand two. One thousand three. I begin to count to take my mind off the horror.
    Three more breathless minutes pass, then we break free of the asteroid belt not far from the ship.
    As we near it, however, we start to veer downward.
    “What’s happening?”
    He’s looking at all the blinking lights. “I don’t know. For some reason, we’re being sucked toward the underside of the ship.”
    “Is that bad?”
    “Well…” He starts pressing buttons and forcibly pulling against the handle. “…if it’s built like the landers, the underside is where the turbine engines are. We’ll be pulled in and incinerated.”
    “ What?!” I press the release on my belt and hop over to his chair, trying to help him pull back the handle.
    “Find something else we can use for leverage,” he orders urgently.
    I look around but don’t see anything. Then I reach behind the seat for my swords.
    He glances over. “I don’t think killing me is going to work.”
    I lop off the safety belt at the bolts, and in a flash I’m at his seat again, handing it to him.
    “Great thinking.” He ties the handle to the captain’s chair, holding it in place.
    He’s up in a flash, trading places with me. “Get in the chair.”
    I sit down and he has me grab the controller. “Hang on to this, just in case the belt doesn’t hold. I’ll send Casin back in while I amp the power.” His fingers fly across the blinking lights on the glass in front of me.
    The controller jerks wildly against my hand. The belt isn’t strong enough.
    “Hurry!” I cry.
    But it’s slipping.
    He’s gone in a flash.
    And only seconds later, the belt snaps.
    The ship jerks sharply downward and I scream with effort as I pull the handle back toward me with all my might.
    I succeed in righting the ship, but we’re much lower than before.
    Don’t let it go.
    Hold on, Ande! I’m breaking out into a cold sweat. I try to clench my hands more tightly around it, but my hands are slippery with sweat.
    Hold on! Not just for you.
    For all of them. My muscles are screaming, my fingers going numb.
    For Lla’ei. Tuorin. And every other planet.
    We need to kill these cats!
    Just then, two strong hands close around the handle above my own. Casin.
    “Thank the gods.”
    “I don’t think…we should thank anyone yet.” He grunts, pulling back on the handle. He looks at the handle closely. “We’re going to break this fucking thing off if Juordin doesn’t hurry up.”
    I hear a crack and realize the fissures from our earlier asteroid hits are widening.
    Casin lets out a stream of curses.
    Another crack.
    The ship is about to come apart. I can feel it. The handle jumps back and forth in our
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