Page 4 of Right Next Door
The scans had been a surprise for the party, and Misty had been blackout drunk by that point. She didn’t remember the building, the scan, or most of that day and night. Getting the confirmation email was the only reason she even asked her friend about it later. She’d never heard from the company again, so she’d practically forgotten about it.
But if there was an alien here in front of her, then…
“Oh, fuck,” she breathed, reality finally catching up to her. “You don’t mean…”
“Yes, ma’am,” Tzomei nodded once. And though his face and features were completely reptilian, he somehow managed to look kind. “You’ve been matched. More specifically, you’ve been matched to an alien. A kreecharma male, in fact.”
“No way…” She shook her head quickly. “You’re joking. You… You’re serious?”
“Very,” he nodded again. “And normally, True Match would be contacting you directly. They would inform you of the match and pass along contact details, give you the space you need to come to terms and get in contact, that whole thing. However, your case is a bit special. Your mate is a male of quite some importance.It was therefore determined that I should be the one to speak to you. And just in time, it would appear.”
His expression didn’t change, but his long tail did hiss as it slid across the ground, hitting the door and wall with a solid thud that made her jump.
“Er…” She hesitated, unsure what to say.
“I was luckily already on my way here when I was informed of your arrest,” he continued. And she couldn’t say exactly why, but she got the impression he was angry. At her? “I spoke to the chief of police here, as well as the county’s district attorney. I had to exert a little pressure, but they’ve agreed to drop your charges if you are turned over to me so that I can have you sent to your mate.”
“Huh…” She blinked, dumbstruck.
“Just as I said. They will drop all charges if I take you away. I’ve already spoken with your mate, and he is most eager to have you brought to him. He’s paying for everything himself. He’ll already be preparing for your arrival. We only need your agreement.”
Misty’s mind was spinning. Too much, too fast, was coming at her, far too quickly for her to follow. But she heard the last thing loud and clear.
A way out that didn’t involve Prickhead’s dick or unjust jail time.
But the cost…
“You mean, I have to leave Earth,” she said, just making sure she was getting this right. “Like, permanently.”
“Yes, that is the gist,” he inclined his head in agreement. “I understand this is sudden, and it’s a big decision, so if you need-”
“Deal.”
“Pardon?” He blinked, clearly surprised to hear her easy agreement.
“Deal,” she repeated more firmly, lifting her arms as far as she could, the cuffs clinking together. “Can you take these off now? I have to pee.”
“Er, sure.” He shook his head, clearing his surprise. “I must admit, I was expecting you to need some time. I thought you’d want to think it over.”
“No way. I want out of this place,” she growled, teeth clenching again. “I never want to see another one of these bastards again. I was already planning on moving to a new town anyway. Besides, I don’t have anything left here. Not anymore. I am alone, unattached, and ready. Take me out of here. I’m ready to go right the fuck now. He’s my soulmate right? Sign me up. Do I get to pack a bag first? It’s cool if I don’t, I just want to know if it’s an option.”
Misty was done. With these people. With this town. With everything. Especially with Officer Prickhead and Sainted Ms. Junie and every single person of importance who pretended their shit didn’t stink all the while hiding whatever their friends or family did to foul up this town in the first place.
She wanted to pack up some things if she had a chance, but honestly, if she had to start over with nothing more than the clothes on her back, then that was fine too. She was ready to be done and out of here already.
And maybe that was an emotionally driven choice, but fuck this, fuck them, fuckeverything. She hoped their stuck up noses all got sinus infections that got so bad it ate their faces. And Lacie? She could keep her meth habit and all the dicks she had to suck to feed it.
If that meant Misty was throwing herself at the mercy of some unknown dude in a far-off galaxy somewhere, then so be it. Soulmate or best friend or whatever that looked like. She couldcross that bridge when she got there. But first, she had to get out of this situation, and she wasn’t missing her chance.
“Very well,” Tzomei nodded. “You can pack whatever you like as soon as we leave. Here, let me get these for you.”
Misty expected him to reach for a key, but he didn’t. Instead, he used his thick, black claws to break the hinge of the cuffs, snapping them off her.
Misty rubbed her sore wrists, sitting back in her chair. Looking at this guy and the new path her life was suddenly taking. He was staring at the irritated skin, an unreadable look in his eyes. But before she could ask, he quickly fixed a smile back across his muzzle as he stood.
“Shall we?” He asked, offering her his arm. Like a damn gentleman.
And you know what, Misty was petty enough that she enjoyed the slackjawed look of horror on every face in the station as her witchy, goth butt walked out, scott free, on the arm of a monster.
