Page 49 of Sohut's Protection

She’d made it.

Dipping her head over the water, her lips touched the cool liquid and she took in a huge gulp.

As she raised her neck to swallow the liquid, she choked.

There was little warning.

All she felt was a huge thump as her heart flipped in her chest when a shadow blocked the light. It moved so quickly, she hardly had time to react.

As strong arms grasped her shoulders, Cleo bucked, her fight or flight response activating immediately as her heart lodged in her throat.

She barely heard a grunt as her feet connected with the attacker and, in a second, she realized it was the blue alien that had come at her.

Grout.

But it was too late to stop what was already happening.

Frickin’ Grout was attacking her.

Her body was off-balance, his weight on hers pushing her over and she was falling.

Wide eyes met green ones as they both crashed into the rock pool. They went under, sinking quicker than her mind could keep up and understand what was happening.

The water she’d been swallowing was stuck in her throat and she hadn’t been able to take a breath before going under. Not to mention that he was still holding on to her.

Was he trying to drown her?

Thrash as she might, she couldn’t release the strong arms around her and terror filled her as the glow of the alien lamp grew dimmer, its glow fading the deeper they went.

The rock pool was deep. She’d only dived in it once, but she knew that there was no way she was reaching the surface if he didn’t let her go.

Who knew, maybe he could frickin’ breathe underwater and knew she couldn’t.

Not her enemy, her ass.

This was why she didn’t trust aliens. Even the ones that seem good and feed you can turn on you in a second.

Using both legs like a mermaid would, Cleo kicked, aiming for his balls and hoping he had two big ones so she could hurt him really good.

But it didn’t help.

She was losing energy and her lungs were bursting.

She needed air.

As a last resort, she did the only thing she could think of doing as they went deeper.

Burying her face against the alien’s shoulder, she opened her mouth and clamped down, sinking her teeth into the bastard’s skin.

There was no response apart from him tensing and it took her a few moments, as her energy left her, for her to realize they were rising again.

As they broke the surface, she inhaled air like a junkie sniffing coke and her lungs thanked her for it.

The alien’s chest was heaving too. She could feel it for she was plastered against him, his strong arms surrounding her as he treaded the water.

“What the phek were you thinking?!”

The tone of his voice caught her off guard.

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