Page 31 of Claimed By her Alien Prince

I didn't need to smell my armpits to know the state of my body, so I said, "It's alright, you go first."

"I'll hurry," he promised. Then knelt down with one knee on the bed and pulled me to him to give me a soul-searing kiss.

I watched his broad back and hard ass, also dimpled, walk toward another door I hadn't noticed before. By the door, he gave me one more smile before closing it.

I fell back on the bed. Good lord, what was happening? What had I gotten myself into?

The entire situation was so surreal that I wondered if this morning when I got up, I had fallen and hit my head and now either lay in a hospital bed in a coma or was dead. If I was dead, it would explain a lot of what was going on; maybe I was in some kind of limbo. If I was being somehow tested, I was sure I failed already. On the other hand, if Seth waited for me in hell…

No, I shook my head, which I needed to clear. I wasn't dead or in limbo or in a coma. I was very much here. On a freaking spaceship, surrounded by vampire aliens, one of whom had drank from me.

A smile washed over my face. He sure had, hadn't he? And it hadn't felt bad in the least. On the contrary…For fuck's sake, Lil, focus, my mind screamed.

I sighed, the servants bowed to the bed, done setting the table, I assumed. "Does my lady require anything else?" one of them asked.

I shook my head. "No thank you. That'll be all."

No thank you, that'll be all? My inner voice mocked.When did you become an aristocrat?

The servants marched out and I ignored my mocking inner voice, because I knew this was my way of distracting myself from the other thoughts on my mind. Like for example that Homer had made it clear he expected us, the other girls and me, to kill these aliens. To stop this atrocity from ever happening again.

My eyes fell to the dagger Seth had used to cut himself and heal my wounds earlier. It lay on a small, cube-shaped rock, disregarded. Its metal shone much like the swords Seth and Nergal had used to fight each other, and it didn't take a genius to figure out they were somehow special, aside from the mercury like blade.

If they weren't, Behlial wouldn't have hidden them away in his throne. So for argument's sake, I decided to assume I would need one of those daggers to kill Seth and his brothers. And there was one blade, right there.

Gleaming at me.

Seth was in the bathroom, the last thing he would expect right now was me coming in and stabbing him in his black heart.

I swallowed. I knew I could do this. I was physically capable of doing so. Had been trained in self-defense and more. Themorehad always bothered me, but any questions I had voiced were never answered.

Just staring at the knife made bile rise in my throat, and I knew with absolute certainty that I would never be able to use it or any other weapon against Seth. I could never hurt him. Not even to save the world.

As far as his brothers were concerned, I felt no such reservations.

One thing, however, bothered me even more.

I had already conceded that I wouldn't ever be able to hurt Seth, as ludicrous as that sounded. But I was also very aware that I wouldn't ever be able to stand by and watch others hurt him.

Not after what we had shared.

Not after what I already felt for him.

Not wanting to gothere, I changed my train of thought again. It seemed there were many topics I didn't want my mind to wander to.

Before I had time to analyze my nagging feeling of having been here before—having been with Seth before—the door to the bathroom opened, and out strolled the object of my obsession, dressed in a towel draped around his midsection.

His hair was still damp from his shower, and for a fraction of a second, he looked almost panicked, but then his eyes landed on me and he smiled that heartwarming smile of his. The one that seemed to say he had just seen his most favorite person in the entire universe.

"All yours, unless you want to eat first."

I considered all the delicious smells coming off the dishes and the variety they promised, but shook my head.

"I'll be quick. I promise.

However, I knew that promise would be broken the moment I stepped into the bathroom. It was dark and could have been foreboding, but for some reason, the style appealed to me.

The center of the room was dominated by a large, rectangular pool surrounded by pillars, from which vines, the likes I had never seen before, hung. The walls themselves reminded me of being inside a cave and glistened with drops of water as it slowly trickled down into openings on the floor—a heated floor as my bare feet found out.

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