Kyro: A Sci-fi Alien Abduction Romance (Captured by Aliens Book 5) by A.G. Wilde (best summer books .txt) 📕

Kyro opened his mouth to say something and then, seeming to rethink, he closed it.

“Say it.” Evren narrowed her eyes at him playfully.

“You and your jokes have something in common.”

That wasn’t what she’d expected him to say and her brows immediately furrowed in confusion.

“Huh? What do you mean?”

“You both fall flat.”

Evren’s mouth fell open. “What?” She laughed out the word before leaning back with a chuckle. “You jerk! I would punch you right now if you weren’t wounded.”

Kyro smiled for a second, his face lighting up in this rarest of occasions, before he sobered.

It was the first time she’d seen him really smile and it caused her to stop and stare at him for a few moments.

“I can see it in your eyes, sweet Evren. Do not be sad for me.”

That was enough to make her sober up as well, and as her smile died on her lips, she averted her gaze from his.

“I’m not sad for you. I’m just...”

“You must forget everything you saw and everything I told you.”

“I—”

“You must forget. It is the only way.”

Her head rose and fell in a nod, but it felt heavy, as if it was bearing the gravity of his words.

“I cannot bear for another person to suffer because of me.”

She understood. That didn’t make it easier though.

Nodding once more, she peeled back his bandages, pausing as she looked at the wound.

“It’s almost healed. How?”

“The serum,” Kyro offered as way of explanation. “I am healed. So you will leave?” There was a note of loss in his voice. “You must leave and put this all behind you.”

“I can’t leave you like this!” She pressed down the edge of the bandage once more, sealing the healing wound.

“Why? You must.”

Evren blinked. There had to be a quick excuse she could come up with. “It’s a human thing,” she lied, her eyes glued to the bandage. “A human custom. I really do have to stay, even if you don’t want me to.”

She could feel that he was searching her face trying to determine if she was telling the truth.

“I read of no such human custom—”

“Well, buddy, your data is wrong.”

When she finally looked at him, he had his eyes narrowed but in those gray pits there was a thin line of uncertainty.

“The more you are around me, the more danger I put you in. The more you know, the more danger you are in. I don’t... It is not my intention to bring you harm in any way.”

“I know that, Kyro. I understand the risks but hey, no one will know I know because I won’t say anything. I can keep a secret.”

“It is not that simple.” His hand covered hers on his side. “This has never happened to us before. We have never had another discover our secret. It is evident to me now that we have become careless.”

“I’m surprised none of your brothers have found out. None of them visit randomly?”

“No. They do not.”

“Ah.”

Raising his upper body off the sleeping area, his gaze became intense and focused.

“Evren...” Her name flowed like molasses from his lips—dark and thick. “If my secret is revealed someday, they will come for the people closest to me.”

“But that means everyone you work with is in danger. Your brothers. The other humans...”

“No.” A sigh left his frame as he rested back on the sleeping area, his gaze focused on the roof above. “You misunderstand. I haven’t been clear.” Even without him focusing on her, she could see the pain in his gaze. He was thinking of times past—times of long ago. His father, mother, and brother. He was thinking about his family.

“They won’t come for my brothers. They will come for the person closest to me. The person I care about the most.”

Evren blinked.

“Kyro...”

As she said his name, Kyro turned his head to focus his gaze on hers once more.

“That person is you, Evren.”

It felt like her heart just grew ten sizes and belly-flopped on its fat ass.

“And that is why I can never come close to you. Why I shouldn’t come close to you. I would rather not have you at all than to have you and lose you.”

Kyro watched as she stared at him, her mouth going slack.

Underneath his hand, her fingers trembled a little.

Had he said too much?

He had a tendency of going overboard when it came to Evren, doing things he never usually did. And this might be just another instance to add to the list.

Why in Polvrak’s name had he just admitted the one thing he had fought not to admit to himself.

Steeling himself for her response, he waited. But instead of asking him if he had gone insane, she only smiled, one so soft, he almost missed it.

In those blue eyes of hers was a swirl of emotions that made him afraid—afraid because he saw something in there that he dared not even imagine for himself.

“Evren?”

What was he thinking letting out the thoughts of his life-organ so easily? She didn’t even know him...the real him. She didn’t even know what he looked like. And then there was the fear that if he did reveal himself to her, she wouldn’t like what she saw.

She smiled again, catching him off guard this time, before she stood suddenly. “I’ll go get some more wet cotton—I mean wet...whatever that material is.” She motioned to the oofla on his head before heading to the washing area. His hand fell to his side, missing the presence of hers underneath it.

This was it.

She was going to follow his advice and move as far away from him as possible before it was too late.

It was his advice, so why did it make him ache so deep within? Why did the thought of her leaving make him feel pain worse than the physical wound in his side?

If she left...he would miss everything.

He would miss her smiles...her lame jokes...the way her eyes twinkled when she accomplished something...the way her heart warmed his just by being in her presence