Page 16 of Swept By The Alien Pirate Prince

“I hope that whatever she’s on has her hallucinating and that’s not really the case,” Carmela whispered, keeping her voice low enough so that Amada wouldn’t be able to hear her in the background.

“I’m going to send a crew out to inspect it as soon as the coast is clear,” I admitted in a whisper too.

Carmela nodded and reclined into her seat, stuffing her hands between her crossed thighs again.

“Amada we can make things right,” I said, erring on the side of caution.

Amada’s raging laughter continued. “You can’t control me. You can’t get me to come back. I’ll be locked up as soon as your guards have their hands on me. Everything you say is a lie.”

“I want to talk to you alone,” I said. “To make things right.”

Carmela gave me a wary glance. She knew I was just saying what I thought Amada wanted to hear — but in my opinion, I just needed to do what I had to do to get through to this monstrous woman. I knew Carmela wasn’t jealous of Amada anymore.

Carmela knew I wanted nothing to do with Amada, but it was impossible to live that way because Amada left demolition in her wake, wherever she went.

“There’s nothing left to say.” The flatness returned to Amada’s voice. “You have your human lover. I’m sure you two will be very happy rotting in hell together.”

“Regardless of your opinion, you didn’t have to give us away to the enemy,” I protested.

Amada just laughed.

I had a screaming headache that throbbed through my entire skull and Amada’s antics were the root cause.

My stomach was upset, churning with unease. I couldn’t predict what Amada was going to do next and it was killing me.

“It doesn’t help that you are on drugs again,” I blurted out.

Amada gasped. “I’m appalled that you would eventhinksomething that horrendous about me.”

That was just the tip of the iceberg, but I kept my mouth shut.

I grimaced, waiting for her to retaliate. When she didn’t, it alarmed me even more because it made me think that she was probably plotting something else. She had a lot of diabolical ammo to throw my way.

“You know I’m right.” My word-vomit had no boundaries anymore. I just let it all fly.

The frustration was getting the better of me. I was speaking aloud with my heart before my brain had a chance to filter anything.

“You know nothing,” Amada hissed.

“You can deny it all you want, but I know the truth,” I countered.

More bratty silence on Amada’s end.

“Amada?”

“What?” she cut through the radio sharply, making the speakers rattle again.

“This isn’t healthy. You need to try to do better for yourself. Getting absorbed in drugs and revenge isn’t the way to do it.”

“Nobody asked you.”

Carmela sucked in a deep breath beside me and leaned forward, coiling her arms around her waist. She rocked herself back and forth and stared out the window.

I knew this conversation with Amada had to be stressing her out just as much as it was affecting me in the same way.

“Let me help you,” I offered as a last ditched effort to reason with the crazy woman.

“I don’t need your help anymore,” Amada said with aggressive defiance.

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