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“For real?” Her eyes light up and she bounces on her toes. “That’s amazing. Stay right there. I’ll grab my stuff.”

“You might want to put on some comfortable shoes as well. The vehicle is in the woods,” I call to her as she hustles through the front door.

“Got it!” she calls back.

A few minutes later she emerges in the same tight-fitting dress as before but with thick black boots. A suppress the urge to throw her over my shoulder and sprint her back to our lair. We'll walk at a normal human pace and control any stray mating urges...for now.

Chapter 5: Miranda

I’m heading into the woods with two strange blue men. Nothing wrong with that. I’ve totally got good judgment. I mean, I do most of the time. But these guys seem to have rewired my brain or something. I trust them, because somehow I just do. And not because I want to sleep with them. Although I really, really want to do that as well.

We’re crunching through the edge of the forest that’s dotted by swamps. I should be worrying about critters or getting stuck in the mud. Or being kidnapped. But still, my desire for them is overwhelming everything else. And it doesn’t feel foolish. It feels right.

It’s like I sense their good intentions, it feels like a warm current flowing between them and through me. Nothing about it feels dangerous or dark. It’s soft, steady and comforting, and when I touched them, the good feeling only increased. Must be some strange Maldivian magic, although to be honest, I’m starting to doubt the Maldives story.

There’s just nowhere on earth where humans look like that. They’re like seven feet tall and legitimately blue. When I touched them, my hands came back clean. Like it was NOT body paint. Which just means…is it possible? Are they really from another world? If so, where the heck is Fancy? Am I about to take a ride in a flying saucer?

Right now, I’m sandwiched between them as we make our way through the increasingly dense thicket. Our arms brush and it feels so natural that we’re together. I look up and study their faces as much as I can in the light of the moon. So much like a human, but the feelings that course between are like nothing I’ve ever experienced. Otherworldly. My foot hits a root and I stumble. Impossibly strong arms grasp me from each side.

“Careful, Miranda,” V’Lor says.

“We’ve got you, Miranda,” H’Aart says.

I love the way my name sounds on their tongues. But there’s no time to think about it. The two of them are lifting me to my feet, their motions coordinated, graceful even, which is saying something considering their size. For that brief moment in their arms, I feel wholly safe and cradled in their rock-hard embrace. But they release me as soon as I’m steady. I’m tempted to stumble again just to feel that feeling again. I can’t tell if it’s sweet or I’m losing my mind.

One thing’s for sure, I understand why Fancy ran off with her two guys, or aliens, if that’s what they are. I mean, the thought of saying goodbye to them after my ride makes my stomach ache. I wonder if they feel the same about me. I shake my head. I’ve only known them for a few hours. Is it some kind of alien magic making me feel this way so fast?

“They’re not from the Maldives,” I say, under my breath.

“Did you say something Miranda?” H’Aart responds.

“No. It’s just. You’re not from the Maldives. I’m pretty sure you’re not. I’m right, aren’t I?”

V’Lor and H’Aart share a look over my head. I can feel that they’re nervous. Which is super weird. But they slow down and turn towards me to respond.

“You are correct. We are not from the Maldives.”

I wait for V’Lor to say more but he turns and starts marching forward.

“Wait!” I touch his arm and then H’Aart’s. “You can’t just leave it at that. I need to know where you’re from.”

“Do you really need to know, Miranda? Can’t you just enjoy the night?”

Even in the dark I can see the shape of H’Aart’s flirtatious smile. His voice is like a caress against my skin, and the way he says enjoy makes it sound like the filthiest thing imaginable. In an instant, I’m imagining two sets of hands pushing up my dress, yanking down my tights and…

“Miranda!” The sharp tone of V’Lor’s voice interrupts my train of thought. “Let us focus on the task at hand. You too, H’Aart. We have a mission to accomplish.”

He seems extra stompy as he presses forward after that. H’Aart laughs low and picks up his pace to keep up with him. Despite his words (and stomps) I get the feeling that V’Lor is struggling to control his feelings just as much as I am. Like he’s just inches away from grabbing me in his arms and…

“Keep walking!” V’Lor barks and I comply.

Yep. He is definitely struggling just as much as I am.

Just when I’m ready to ask if we’re there yet, we reach a clearing and the boys stop. I can vaguely make out the outline of something, but it’s cloaked in darkness. The one thing I can tell: it’s big, and not shaped like any vehicle I’ve ever seen.

“I’ll remove the protection array,” V’Lor says and leans down to disable a series of electronic spikes in the ground that I’ve just now noticed. As they turn off, more of the ship comes into focus. It’s about the size of one of those jets that rich people have. But it’s not shaped like a jet. It’s rounder (saucer time!) and made of a gleaming metal. H’Aart and V’Lor put on some funky looking glasses.

“They’re to protect our eyes,” H’Aart explains, “Would you like a pair?”

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