Page 59 of Sohut's Protection

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Cleo’s eyes fluttered open.

Anxiety and panic from the last few hours came rushing back to her and she took a few moments to breathe.

Shit.

This had to be one of the toughest of situations she’d ever faced in her life.

Blinking up into the darkness, she had the distinct feeling she’d been asleep for quite a few hours.

The stress of the last few days seemed to have caught up with her.

Groaning, she glanced over to where Wawa usually slept.

Even in the dark, she knew he wasn’t there.

That brought back the fact that all was not right in the world.

She’d just witnessed a death.

The horror of it came back to her and she sat upright immediately.

As she stared into the darkness though, a chill ran down her spine, causing her to stiffen.

It was pitch black in the cave because she’d never made a fire but even with the lack of light, she had the distinct feeling she wasn’t alone.

The air—the darkness—felt thick.

Swallowing hard, her wide eyes searched the dark cave but picked up nothing.

Maybe she was just imagining things?

“Wawa?” She dared to whisper. IT HAD TO BE WAWA.

There was no sound.

Nothing moved, not even the air. Cleo’s shoulders sagged a little.

It was the stress of everything she’d been through.

Squeezing her eyes shut, she flopped back against the bed.

For a few seconds, she kept her eyes shut, a sob lodging in her throat.

He’d seemed like a good guy, the blue alien. He’d been the kindest alien she’d met since she’d been taken away.

To see his life be snuffed out right in front of her was…traumatizing.

Sniffing, she swallowed hard and that’s when she felt it. A slight shift in the air against her skin. And when she opened her eyes, a gasp caught in her throat.

The blue alien.

He was in her cave.

Even in the darkness, she knew it was him.

Corrosive green eyes glared down at her, shining in the darkness almost like a cat’s would.

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