Page 25 of Fated to the Alien Rebel

“You have my word.”

“I’ll see you then at the morning meal.” She gets to her feet and I stand as well.

Together we walk to the entrance of my tent and I push the flap open for her. Sage rises up on her toes with a hand laid lightly on my chest and gently mouth touches with me. “Have a good night.”

I nod. “You as well.”

She gives a small wave and heads in the direction of the tent she shares with Zara. I remain there until I can no longer see her. Then I return to my pallet, bring out a blank stone and my crafting supplies, and begin my next project. I cannot wait to show it to Sage.

Chapter 12

Sage

More snow has covered the ground since yesterday. Temperatures haven’t felt like they’ve dropped too much, but it’s still cold as hell. I wrap the fur Jodah gave me more tightly around my shoulders.

“Is that what you’re wearing today?” Zara slowly gestures up and down with her finger.

I open the fur again and glance down at myself. I’m dressed for warmth. “What’s wrong with it?”

She cocks her head. “You’re going to meet your in-laws sometime today, right?”

“Yeah,” I draw out.

“Maybe you could wear something a little less…geriatric.”

“Geriatric?” I gape. “There’s at least two or three inches of snow on the ground and it’s cold as shit out there and you want me to change my clothes when this cardigan is the warmest thing I have clean at the moment?”

“It was just a suggestion.” Zara rolls her hands palm up. “If you’re comfortable wearing that, then go right ahead.”

I glance down at myself again. Great, now she’s got me paranoid. So what if it’s an ugly dirt brown polyester blend with big yellow embroidered flowers along the front? It’s also not as though I have a lot of options. Makayla and I didn’t pack for a damn blizzard.

I groan. “You suck, you know that. If you think I should wear something else, then you’re going to have to loan it to me, because this is all I got.”

Zara smiles wide. “I have the perfect thing, actually.”

While she rummages through her trunk looking for whatever she thinks is so spectacular, I’m having in internal panic attack. She and I are about the same size, except I’m more than four inches taller than her and my boobs are significantly bigger. I’m not sure how that’s going to work.

“A-ha, found it.” She twirls around and holds up a long-sleeve, cowl-neck velvet top in a rich burgundy color.

Okay, fine. So maybe that is a much better choice. I grudgingly admit it’s pretty. Beautiful, actually. “It doesn’t look very warm.”

“You’ve got your fur and you’re already wearing a long-sleeve shirt of some kind, aren’t you? Put this on over it. Ithas plenty of breathing room.” Zara holds it out to me. “Here, try it on.”

Huffing, I drop my fur and move to my knees. She passes the blouse over once I have my geriatric cardigan off, exposing the shirt underneath, and I slip the lush velvet over my head. It settles around my waist, and I smooth the front of it down just to admire the texture. It does fit surprisingly well and actually detracts from my chest size despite the hanging cowl. At least from this view it does. I glance at Zara with raised brows.

“So? Do I look less like an old lady?”

“It’s perfect and might even look better on you than it does me.”

Ha. At least there’s that.

“Now you look like you’re ready to go meet your in-laws.” Zara nods with a bit too much self-satisfaction.

“They’re not really my in-laws. Jodah and I are still feeling out this whole mate bond, or lack of bond, thing.” I sit back on my heels.

She clasps her hands in her lap. “Even after your make-out session last night, his soul thing still didn’t come on?”

I’d confessed that he and I had kissed, but I hadn’t elaborated more than that. “Nothing.”

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