Page 55 of Alien Rescue

“Let him go, Zanr, they’re just playing.”

“They are hurting females.”

“No, she wants to be whipped.”

He stared down at her, eyes widened. “You will never say such a thing again.”

Rose sighed and looked at the woman. “Please tell him you volunteered for a whipping. If you’re there against your will, we will help you.” But she knew they didn’t have to help the woman. The people around her wore expensive clothes—the ones that weren’t half-naked anyway. And their ‘toys’ were of good quality and obviously new. No, this little sex club met in this part of town to maintain their privacy.

The woman, a curvy brunette with large breasts and a small waist, looked at Zanr and licked her lips, and now Rose wanted to grab a whip and have a go at her. “I volunteered.” Her eyes devoured Zanr, glancing from his oversized boots to his striking features. “You can have a turn if you want to,” she said in a breathy voice that was pure sex.

Rose balled her fists and tried to step forward. “Why, you little...”

Zanr kept hold of her. “I have omgraz-ra. You will never again insult me.” He glared at the woman and she flinched back. Rose smirked at her. Zanr looked around at the humans who’d frozen in place when he barged in. “This is a deviant sex club?”

She sighed. “Yes.”

He glared at the woman on the cross again. “The females are deviant, too. Willingly deviant?”

“Yes, they are. Let’s go. We might still find scientists and the weapons.” Rose bit her lip at what she’d let slip. You’d think she’d know better.

“If you’re looking for scientists, you’ll find some in that submarine in the Hudson,” a portly man in pleather pants said in a trembly voice. He watched Zanr as if he was a snake about to strike.

“How do you know there are scientists in this submarine?” she asked skeptically. The man probably just wanted Zanr gone from here. She had no doubt that if they returned in an hour, this club would’ve moved to a different location. “And how would a submarine end up in the river?”

The man shrugged. “I don’t know how it got there, but a few months ago, I woke up one morning and I saw something large in the river. Then it disappeared.”

Rose glanced at Zanr and she knew he was thinking the same thing. If they were cloaking the ship, then they were on the right track.

“Are you sure you saw something in the river and not just a reflection or an old car?” For some reason many twentieth-century cars had ended up in rivers.

“My apartment looks out over the river. It’s just close enough that I can see them coming and going every few days. Someone would walk up to it and it would become visible, and then when they stepped inside, it became invisible again.”

“And how do you know they’re scientists?” Rose asked.

“Idiots are wearing white coats. It’s like taking out an advertisement,” the man said scornfully. The woman at his side tried to drag him toward the door, obviously nervous about him talking to one of the alien invaders.

“Why don’t you go and find your scientists and leave us alone,” someone in the crowd said, and then looked really sorry he did when Zanr turned to him.

“Yeah, this is a private club,” someone else at the back muttered.

Zanr flicked a glance at the second speaker and then focused on the first one.

Several of the people took a step back at that odd predatory motion. “I do not take orders from a mere human.” He stepped up to the man and lifted him high off the ground. “Learn your place or I will teach you.”

The man struggled, but Zanr didn’t even seem to notice. “You have no right—”

“I have every right, human. Earth belongs to Zyrgin and no human will ever command a Zyrgin warrior.” Pure contempt for anything human rang in his voice.

It hit her then—he was one of the invaders—an alien who thought he could do what he wanted with whom he wanted on Earth. She turned and walked out, knowing he’d leave the man alone and follow her—this alien who looked after her, made tender love to her, and who thought humans should know their place.

Chapter Sixteen

Outside the building, Rose threw her braid over her shoulder and slogged through the water, wanting to cry and scream, but the tears wouldn’t come.

“You are going the wrong way.”

“I don’t care.” The water resisted her efforts to hurry, but she gritted her teeth and kept going.

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