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A warm, well-muscled arm goes around my shoulder. Turning my head, I gaze up into Tekil’s mysterious eyes, electric sparks swirling through them. I could lose myself in those eyes forever…
“You will be safe,” he says softly, breaking the spell. “I promise.”
I blink, shaking my head. “I believe you.” Giving him a smile, I ask, “Once we leave, where will we go?”
“Perhaps Kintuke.”
“Anywhere but here is fine with me.”
I can feel the tension as the four of us walk behind Andred and his team. Not only do Tekil, Vi’del, and Zeno dislike him, but it’s obvious to me that they don’t trust Soav and Hitak either. I can tell by the way they hold themselves, always on alert and ready to fight at a moments’ notice.
Andred and his team shift, and Zeno and Vi’del slip out of their shorts and shift, but not before I get my first look at them naked. My cheeks flush and I quickly look away.
“I will carry you.” Tekil bends over and hooks his arms under my legs, lifting me up.
I wrap my arms around his neck. “It seems like you are always carrying me.”
He grins just before everyone takes off in a sprint. A breeze brushes against my cheek while the blurring images make me queasy. Trusting Tekil, I close my eyes and rest my face in the curve between his shoulder and neck. We travel for what feels like hours until I feel him slow, then stop.
“We are here,” he whispers, nudging me a little.
I lift my head just as the sun peaks over the horizon and see a large clearing circled by scrawny-looking trees, a ship sitting on the left side, taking up one-third of the space or less.
Black in color with eight legs holding an oval center, I’d say this belongs to the Acradidia.
My eyes water, but I refuse to let Andred and his team see me as weak. Hell, I don’t want any of them to think I’m weak. Still, I never thought I’d leave this planet alive, but there sits our way out.
Tekil sets me on my feet, and the guys all shift back and stare at our ticket to freedom.
“Let’s go check it out,” Zeno says, leading the way with Vi’del.
Before we can claim what we are (rightfully) stealing, a large shadow appears overhead—a spaceship. Acting on pure instinct, I spin and run for the cover of the trees, the guys following.
Tekil, Vi’del, and Zeno surround me, even though I can see between their massive bodies.
“Who is it?” I ask, trying to angle myself for a better look.
Tekil cocks his head to the side, then narrows his eyes. “The shape and markings suggest it belongs to the Galactic Council.”
“Really?”
Maybe they are here to help, to rescue us…
“Yes,” Zeno answers in a tight voice.
The large gray ship hovers high in the sky while smaller flyers exit a side port, heading for the ground.
It’s a bit overwhelming, listening to the hum of at least six flyers, smelling the moldy fragrance of the foliage, the guys standing around me—I fight the urge to run and hide deeper into the woods.
One by one, the flyers land in a row, then men—Human men—file out wearing gray armor and holding stun guns.
“Is that…?” My breath hitches. Three massive Kintue men climb out of another flyer, looking around. Power radiates from every pore.
The guys tense, then Zeno steps out in plain sight. “Bastian!”
The one called Bastian snaps his head our direction, then strides over. “Zeno?”
“Yes.” Zeno glances over his shoulder and nods, and Tekil and Vi’del trod over, leaving me alone but still within earshot.
