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look. Pam peeked over her shoulder and spied two tall men dressed in black cloaks. The visible skin on their hands and faces was a pale shade of gray. The frat guys? They were crossing an intersection, heading down a street, which would take them toward her condo.
    “Krell,” Kord whispered.
    He spoke in a hushed voice, but the tone sounded menacing. Pam leaned closer, suddenly fearful of the two men. Kord shifted around and pressed her back against the wall. As if to make a point, he put one of his palms against her chest and pushed her tighter to the bricked surface.
    In a shaky voice, she whispered, “You want me to stay here?”
    “Yes. Sstaay heer,” he answered, fumbling on the new words.
    “What are you…”
    Her question hung unfinished. Kord had stepped out of the alcove to follow the two men. He’d called them Krell, Pam recollected while he stalked after them. There was no other way for her to describe how he moved.
    What the hell is he doing?
    While she marveled at his stealth, Pam paid close attention to every move he made. One by one, he jerked his cuffs off and let them fall to the pavement. He did it so quietly she never heard a sound. Neither did the Krell.
    It took a moment for her brain to register that his forearms had changed in a drastic and horrifying way. From wrist to elbow, a glistening white blade jutted from each arm. Even from a distance, she could tell the wing-shaped weapons were murderously sharp. She clamped a hand over her mouth to stifle the scream that gurgled up her throat.
    He closed in, moving silently, until he was almost upon them before they glanced back. They were too late. Kord struck the closest man down, killing him without making a sound. A spray of fluorescent blue blood spattered the pavement, easily visible in the glow of the corner street light. The other man tried to bolt, attempting to escape down a dark side street. Kord nabbed him. Pam moaned in terror. The bloody scene playing out in front of her was too much.
    She darted out of her hiding place and ran a short distance to the nearest corner. She instantly recognized the street. Front Street. In a panic, she dashed down the very road that would lead her to her condo and safety. All she wanted to do in that moment was to put as much distance between her and the horrifying assault as she could.
    Who were these men? How could they have blue colored blood? What was Kord? Her mind hit on the only possible answer. Not human. Alien. Crazy.
    No matter how frightening or unrealistic the idea seemed, it was the only explanation that made any sense. She sobbed in sheer terror, unable to control her panic.
    Stop crying and run. You can’t do both at the same time. Just run.
    Spurred onward by fear, Pam reached a dark intersection a block away from her condo. The shortcut had to be around there somewhere. She searched for the pathway that cut across a shrub-littered yard. Yes! The square stones were barely visible, but she could find her way.
    After a brief pause to suck in a deep, shaky breath, she darted across the road and slowed just enough to enter the path. She took two long strides before an iron hard arm reached out and grabbed her around the waist. A strong hand gripped the back of her neck in a vise-like hold, choking her as her feet left the ground. She got out a strangled yelp before her captor jerked her backward, pressing her against his body so close she could smell his sour breath.
    Her reaction was purely automatic. She used all her strength to jab her elbow into his abdomen, hoping to strike a vulnerable spot. A startled gasp told her she’d aimed well. His grip around her throat loosened ever so slightly. It seemed her self-defense training hadn’t been such a waste of time, after all. She remembered to kick her heels against his legs while she scratched at any exposed skin. As she struggled to free herself she screamed at the top of her lungs. The sound came out as one long name.
    “Kooorrrd!”
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