Page 23 of Alien Prince

My arm brushes against Gemma’s, causing my galaxies to flutter like mere Earth hummingbirds.

Her skin against my cosmic veil is so fucking heavenly, I almost dissolve into her.

The need to possess her is strong, and I want to bury myself and all that I am in her warmth, her body. Her soul.

But now is not the time to lose focus. Not when there are criminals who threaten to take what ismine.

As if she can somehow sense my disdain and my fury, Gemini gestures towards her non-mechanical-looking, perfect leg that hums quietly with the inner workings of her newly cyborg nature and gives a small smile.

“He didn't shoot me to hurt me, Kyron. He did it to help me.” She pauses for a moment, her voice dripping with sarcasm.

“Help you? How does maiming you to the point of surgical enhancementhelpyou?”

Gemini flushes her back to the wall, her breath steady and focused.

“It landed me in your closet, for one,” she says with a smirk. “And last I checked, you didn’t seem too torn up about the matter.”

I huff in annoyance. How dare she joke around at a time like this!

“We need to get you out of here, safely,” I growl.

Gemma rolls her eyes. “Really, Ronny? I wouldn’t have pegged you for a knight in shimmering galaxies.”

My proverbial jaw tightens. “And now, here we are.”

Suspended in the air, as if time itself is holding its breath, we both wait for the next shoe to drop. For the human to open our door.

I nod, trying to understand the situation.

This woman is insufferable.

“And why do you think he's here now?” I ask.

“Knowing Raif, he’s probably here to rescue me,” Gemma says, her voice laced with annoyance. “I wouldn’t be surprised if he has been keeping tabs since the club, even though he knows he shouldn’t. But we can't take any chances. We need to get out of here safely.”

Gemma seems to have a close connection to this Raif guy, but it's a bit concerning how easily he found her. Is she drawn to him too, or is he just that good at playing hide and seek?

“And how do you propose we do that?” I ask, bringing my thoughts back to our reality and stuffing the jealousy down deep. “You don’t happen to have a plan stored in that oh sohelpfulleg of yours, now do you?’

Gemma rolls her eyes, her expression serious.

“Well, I was thinking we could just waltz out of here, holding hands and singing 'Kumbaya'.”

She pauses, her tone becoming more serious.

“But actually, I was thinking you could possess me, and we'll try to make our escape that way. It'll be easier to move one body than two. And I want access to your memories, buddy boy, but only the ones that pertain to the location of where the fuck we are and how to get back to the palace.”

The urgency of our situation leaves me with little choice as the screams and Raif's persistent calls of her name grow louder, increasing my already growing hatred. She can say whatever shewants about his reasoning, but people don’t just shoot someone to “help” them. She’s either incredibly stupid— unlikely—or she has feelings for this man and would take more than just a bullet to protect him. Tough luck, she’s mine now, and I’m never letting him hurt her again. Even if that means turning myself into the monster she believes I am.

“Fine,” I say, my voice barely above a whisper. “But only the memories that pertain to our location and the directions back.” She’s not as sly as she wants to think she is and I’m not as dumb as I look.

Gemma nods, her expression serious once again.

“Can’t argue with that.”

Taking a deep breath and closing my eyes, I focus on her mind. As I slip into her body, I feel her thoughts and emotions swirling around me, but I push them aside, concentrating only on our escape.

Let me handle this.Gemma demands more than asks, but I have other plans.

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