Page 37 of Alien Knight Blind Date Disaster

Chapter Nine

The ride up the elevator was eerily silent but over quickly. Thank goodness, because Isabella was about to throw up all over her favorite pair of cross-trainers.

A soft bell sounded as the door slid open on the second floor, and Isabella stepped out of the elevator to find two Caldorian guards standing at attention.

“Gentlemen.”

“Miss. How can we help you?” The voice was friendly, but the stance was less so, both large males moving to block the hallway before she’d taken a single step. Annoying.

“I’m looking for the prisoner brought in two nights ago. The one from the bar attack.”

The first male looked down at her and crossed his arms. “This is no place for a female, nor an outsider. You must be lost. Let me escort you back to the visitor center.” He stepped forward, his arm out as if to herd her back onto the elevator as his cohort watched.

“No. Do not touch me.”

The guard froze, and Isabella felt a thrill at being listened to. Finally! Maybe some of these Caldorians actually had a few brain cells behind all that sexy brawn. Because damn, they knew how to build ’em on Caldor. All muscles and chiseled jawlines and eyes that screamed hot sex.

Well, not this alien’s eyes—they were narrowed, focused and clearly annoyed with her. But he hadn’t moved to touch her again, which was nice.

Falden would have had her against the wall again if she’d spoken to him like that.

And maybe that wasn’t a bad thing…

“Miss? You can’t be here.” The second guard had decided to step in, but Isabella’s head was pounding again, the brief euphoria or endorphins or whatever it was fading fast, just like her patience.

“Take me to him now. I need to speak to him.”

The two males looked at each other as if confused, but neither spoke out against her request. They turned away, leading her down the corridor. At the far end she peeked through a glass door to find the man she’d run over with Falden’s…no, withhercar, at the bar. Her car now. He’d given it to her, and she wasn’t giving it back. The traitor was right where Falden said he’d be.

The two guards stopped and stared down at her as if wondering what to do next. The guard closest to her cleared his throat before warning her, “Be careful. He is restrained, but—”

“I know, I know. I am a small, helpless, defenseless female.”

Her sarcasm made his lips twitch with the beginnings of a grin. “I was going to say that the prisoner is dangerous, but your words are also correct. The prisoner is restrained, but you should not get too close.”

She snorted and shooed him away with a wave of her hand. “Go. Go away. I’ll let you know when I’m done talking to him.”

They both nodded and walked back to their posts near the elevator as she opened the door and walked in to face the cruel sneer of her enemy.

Isabella should have been nervous. She knew a modicum of caution was most likely called for in this situation. Unfortunately, between Falden’s refusal to take a mate, his steadfast denial that there could ever be anything serious between them and the feeling of a thousand tiny needles stabbing the back sides of her eyes and constant nausea churning in her stomach, she was out of patience. This bastard was going to talk or else.

What thatelsemight be, she hadn’t a clue, but she’d figure something out on the fly. She was good at getting inside people’s heads, reading between the lines, figuring out what they weren’t saying. Just because this guy was most likely an alien didn’t change that. As far as she could tell, the Caldorians seemed just like humans.

Just taller.

And sexier.

And more infuriating.

“Enough.” She meant the word to be directed at herself, but the male alien chained to the table before her jumped as if startled, his head snapping up like she’d just slapped him across the face.

“A female? They sent me a female?” The bad guy in question actually smiled, apparently pleased with himself. “I’ll have to thank Dagan later.”

“Trust me, you won’t be thanking anyone.” Fury riding her like a jockey on a racehorse, she sat down in the hard metal chair, face-to-face with her enemy.

His strange, shifty yellow gaze was full of hate, cunning and deceit. “You’re human.”

“You’re not.”

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