Page 11 of Abducting Sarah

Deacon smiled again and said, “We don’t have any time to waste—”

“What did you mean when you said I will save your family?” I interrupted him.

“You are the only one who can be in charge of the ghosts.”

I looked to the stalker to explain, and in turn, he told Deacon, “You’re going to need to tell her more than that.”

Deacon took a breath and impatiently, but politely smiled. “Sarah Hollinger, you are a conduit—eh, one who speaks to ghosts—so I am going to take you with me, and we are going to rescue my father’s pregnant mistress from the royal prison, fake her death, and take her to Halla, a micro-planet inhabited by ghosts. There, you will coordinate with the ghosts for them to raise my sibling as a warrior, so my sibling will join me on my crusade against the ruler of Orhon. Understand?”

I burst into laughter and cracked up until tears streamed down my face. When I could finally speak again, I gasped, “This is the most ludicrous hallucination I have ever had!”

They frowned at each other, before Deacon asked, “Is this how humans react to important issues? I’ve never—”

“Not usually,” my stalker sounded annoyed, “but in all fairness, she is right. Itisa ridiculous plan.”

Deacon appeared angry, as his nostrils flared and his brow ridge became pronounced. He shouted, “You are the only one who can do it, Sarah Hollinger!”

I cowered back from him, waiting for a slap or worse.

But then he stepped back and looked bewildered. “Why do you pull away?”

“You are loud when you’re angry…”

“So?”

“I thought you might hit me.”

He was aghast. “I would never hit you, Sarah Hollinger. Not without a cause.”

His wording was strange, so I asked, “Anger isn’t a cause?”

“No. Only violence is a cause, and you are too small to bring violence.”

That’s a relief.“And what if I were to disappoint you?”

“I don’t know how you could.”

“I want to go home,” I insisted. “I can’t be a conduit or whatever. Take me back to my home.”

His full lips spread into a flat line of frustration. Then he said, “Allegiant, Lanai Dea’s view.” He pointed behind me.

When I looked, there was a monitor that played porn.Is this supposed to get me in the mood?The room was familiar…there’s the painting I bought on our last vacation to Florida. Then I heard a recognizable grunt and my gut dropped.

I mumbled, “What the hell?” as I watched my fiancé climb on top of another woman.

He kissed her, then moved down her perfect naked body to eat her out. Staring from her point of view, his head bobbled between her thighs. I hadn’t seen that view in over a year, due to his alleged neck problems. She dug her fingers into his hair, pushing him against her pussy.

Deacon had stepped closely to me when I had been distracted. His voice was in my ear and still deep, but this time, it was softer, “Would you like him executed for this betrayal, Sarah Hollinger?”

I could hardly speak, but it wasn’t sedation that did it to me this time. It was the shock of viscerally seeing my fiancé cheat on me.

I whispered, “What?”

“She will kill him right now, if you like. She has him in position, and we can watch. Lanai Dea can rip his head off or use her thighs to crush his head or something more painful, if you prefer. Perhaps bring you his manhood as a souvenir?”

“I…she can do that?” I asked in shock. “He’s screwing an alien?”

“Lanai Dea is an android, though she looks human at the moment.”

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