Instead, they were still in the vehicle.
Squinting so she could focus, she was sure they were moving their heads as if arguing about something.
A few more minutes passed before the vehicle opened and a figure stepped out.
It was a different type of alien entirely.
She couldn’t make out the species clearly, but it certainly wasn’t one of the orc idiots.
This alien was tall and…blue.
And yes, it was a he.
It had to be.
Even from the distance, she could tell the alien was male.
A tall, blue alien male.
He was humanoid in the fact he had two arms and two legs, broad shoulders…
Staring so hard, Cleo forgot to blink, and when the alien turned to scan the mountain on which she hid, she flattened herself almost immediately.
He was looking directly at her!
Surely he couldn’t see her.
Cleo froze, not daring to move.
On her shoulder, Wawa stiffened too, almost as if he could feel her anxiety.
That was a coincidence, wasn’t it?
The alien couldn’t see her. Could he?
Her breath was stuck in her throat in the few seconds that the alien looked in her direction.
Shit.
Shit shit shit shit shit.
He was there for her.
She didn’t know how she knew it, but she did.
This man, whoever he was, was there for her.
Anxiety began crawling up her spine and something in the back of her mind was telling her to run straight back to her cave, pack everything she could carry, and retreat deeper into the jungle without a backward glance. It would have to be a toss-up between facing this dude and facing the wild animals that roared in the nighttime.
Staring at the blue alien, the feeling building within her suddenly became overwhelming.
This was more than slight anxiety—his mere presence was creating full-on panic.
The big blue alien turned back to the vehicle and she got the impression he was talking to the green orcs.
That only took a few seconds before he slung a bag over his shoulders, turned from the vehicle, and disappeared into the undergrowth.
Eyes wide, Cleo watched as the vehicle pulled away.