Page 8 of Kissed By the Alien
“I will escort you to your home.”
“No.”
My horns raise at the harshness of her tone.
“You don’t owe me, but if you feel you do, give me the gun.”
“If you are caught with a gun, you could be arrested.”
“There are worse things.” She holds her hand out, palm up, waiting for the gun.
“Do you know how to use the weapon?”
“Point and shoot.”
“These weapons are archaic, dangerous if not properly maintained.” I should hand her the gun, but something’s stopping me. The gun could be the only thing that will keep her safe.
I should be what keeps her safe.
Where the drekk did that thought come from?
“What can I do to convince you to give me that gun?” Blue eyes barely blink showing determination and only a hint of fear. “Anything, Warrior. I’ll do anything at all. Name your price.”
Given how her voice shakes, she knows what she’s offering. She has no understanding of Zyanthan Warriors or the code by which we live. I will not take advantage of her, despite how she bats those beautiful eyes at me.
The fire in this female turns my pleasure cock hard, which is unusual given I’m in the middle of an op. But nothing about me has been normal since Karthika.
“No gun,” I answer.
“Do you know what can happen to a woman walking around here without a gun?”
A veil of darkness descends on me, making it harder to breathe. Images of Narzan, gutted and bleeding out with no one to help him, strike. If he’d had a blaster…
When I lean forward, placing my hands on my knees to steady myself, a gentle hand caresses my bad shoulder. I don’t even notice the pain there as a new sensation spreads through me. Comfort. Peace.
“Are you okay?” Lexi asks.
I want to answer, but the words in her language, even in Common, escape me as I try to forget about Narzan.
“That’s okay. Take your time. Breathe. I’ll guard you until you’re recovered.”
She’ll guard me? Drekk, that’s not how this should be. Not that a female can’t protect a male. There are a handful of female warriors on Zyan, but this female doesn’t have training or weapons.
With a grunt, I force myself to my full height, letting my horns rise as high as they’ll go. Intimidating the female is not my goal, but if there are others nearby, I cannot afford to be seen as weak.
If Zyan Defense Command sensed I’ve been struggling, they never would have assigned me to this mission. And while I don’t like this planet, there are aspects of it that appeal to me, as Hunzu said there would be.
Namely, this female. She’s unique. Strong. And from what I can see of her face, quite beautiful. The rest of her remains buried beneath layers of clothing.
Hunzu... Drekk. He should have contacted me by now. I slam my hand on my comm. “Hunzu, report.”
Nothing. I ping his location. Again, nothing.
“You have a partner?” Lexi asks.
“Yes.”
“I can help you search if you’d like. But I can’t stay here to guard Moses. If anyone sees me colluding with you, I’m dead.”
