Page 81 of Maid for the Alien Prince

I followed my tunnel until I heard voices. They emerged out of the gloom like monsters from a dream. Soft at first, they were barely audible until I drew closer.

Then I could make out individual words… growing more distinct until I could identify each one.

It was Camila and Ges all right.

I had been right, and he had been the one to kidnap her.

The dirty swine.

I swore to the Creator himself that I would tear him apart where he stood!

But not right now. Not until I could see him clearly.

Two Ulsen fighting could make any place dangerous, but down here, where the foundations could have been weakened over time and the air was thick with dust, Camila could easily become trodden underfoot if I wasn’t careful. I would need to move slowly.

I eased forward, one silent step after another, until I sensed the space had opened up. As I turned a corner, a strip of moonlight filtered through a crack high overhead and illuminated the scene before me.

Camila lay on her back, pressed against the wall. Ges stood before her in all his evil glory. Camila looked to be okay—a little beaten up, but otherwise fine.

“In the meantime,” Ges said, “we might as well enjoy ourselves… Well, when I said ourselves, I meant myself. You might not have such a fun experience.”

Then Ges fell upon her, reaching, grasping at her chest and exposed legs…

And I saw red.

I might not have wanted to take any chances that she might come to any harm, but I simply could not control myself when another male came so close to touching her that way.

I roared as I bolted forward. The space between us was not large—but it didn’t need to be.

Ges turned and his eyes widened at the last moment as I lowered my head and felt something press against my horns. I threw my head back, tossing Ges through the air and into the wall on the other side.

The impact made dust fall from the ceiling and cracks already present in the fountains splintered deeper and longer.

I wanted to bend down and check on Camila, but I had to ensure she was safe first. I spun around as Ges swung a thick fist at me, striking me on the jaw.

I lowered my head once more and buried the tip of my right horn into his upper thigh.

He threw back his head and bellowed. He thumped me on the top of the head with his balled fist. It landed hard, like a sledgehammer.

But pure bloodlust had already overtaken me, and I pushed forward, burying my horns through his leg and out the other side. Then I kicked with the sole of my foot, pulling him off my horns. His blood splattered the front of my robes.

Ges stumbled back and fell on his ass. He made to get up, but he howled with pain. His leg couldn’t bear his weight. I doubted if it would ever truly work the same way again.

Confident Ges was incapacitated and unable to fight back, I bent down to Camila.

“Are you all right?”

It was a ridiculous question under the circumstances, but I needed to hear her voice.

“I’m fine… now.”

I kissed her hard on the lips and tasted the sweat and dirt on her mouth but didn’t care. So long as she was going to be all right, nothing else mattered.

Dust fell from the ceiling and dirtied my bloodied horns.

“We need to get out of here,” I said, scooping her up in my arms.

Ges chuckled and shook his head. “I gave you everything and you repay me by taking it all away? You’re no better than the royals you despise.”

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