Kyris: A Sci-fi Alien Abduction Romance (Captured by Aliens Book 4) by A.G. Wilde (ebook reader with built in dictionary .txt) 📕

She sobbed again.

“But this...this is actually my fault. Those guards wouldn’t have come after you if it hadn’t been for me. They were coming for me. Because they see me as property. And you could have died because of it.”

She sobbed again and paused cleaning his wings to rest her head against his chest.

She could hear his heart beating but the beat was very different from her own. It almost seemed to echo, his heartbeat, and she settled for listening to it beat for a bit.

“You could have died because some vile oversized toad thinks he owns me. I wouldn’t have forgiven myself if that had happened, Kyris. You’ve come to mean...you mean everything to me.”

She knew he couldn’t hear her. The words were mostly for herself.

She’d been denying it for far too long but it was evident. She needed him.

And not because he fought to protect her and had been fighting for her for so long.

She might have thought that he was way out of her league but her heart didn’t care. There was a hole in her heart right now, and only he could fill it.

The day went on for ages. Time seemed to be moving more slowly than it had ever moved before.

Even when she’d been bedridden by the paralysis, time hadn’t moved so slowly.

But sitting and watching Kyris with no visible sign of change in his condition, time was playing tricks with her mind.

She’d only moved to relieve herself once and even in those few minutes she’d been away, her anxiety spiked.

She didn’t want to be away from him.

The Mukkians were good. She assumed many of them had been injured in the fight but they still took the time to bring her a receptacle of the tangy drink.

They cast their beady eyes on Kyris whenever one of them entered the room, but apart from checking his wounds and applying more of the paste they’d made, they did nothing else.

She was not sure what more they could do.

It was not like they had state-of-the-art medical facilities in the middle of the desert.

Plus, they’d known what to do to make her better when she’d fallen ill. So, she at least trusted them enough to do the same for Kyris.

As she held his hand and waited by his side, she could only hope that it was enough.

Kyris looked around, slightly confused.

He was back on Vaenus. He could tell from the tall ensa trees and the selgy that had come to play by his feet.

But he couldn’t be back on Vaenus. He was on Muk. He was certain of it.

Glancing down at his body it didn’t surprise him to see no injuries. Even his wings felt back to normal.

That meant this was either a dream…or he’d died.

As he sat by the root of one of the towering ensa trees, its thick whip-like branches leading up toward the sky, he sighed.

He needed to get back to Muk. There was someone waiting on him there.

Someone important.

It’s a pity he couldn’t remember who or why they were of such importance to him. He only knew that he needed to get back.

The pull of Vaenus was strong, though. It was hard to rise from the ensa tree.

Something was calling him from above and if he just let go and relented, he could fly again.

He should go.

He should go above and be free to fly again on the wind.

Still, the memory of Muk held him at the tree’s roots.

There was someone he was forgetting…a reason he needed to get back.

Someone important.

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Song’s blood suddenly went cold.

She knew that sound. She’d heard that sound just the day before.

The alarm.

The alarm that had sounded when the gator-guards had attacked. It was blaring once again.

Gripping Kyris’ hand, her hand shook against his. His condition still hadn’t changed.

He needed to heal. There couldn’t be a fight for their lives right now. He needed to heal!

This couldn’t be happening.

She heard one of the Mukkians enter the room and a part of her didn’t want to turn and face him. She didn’t want to see urgency or terror on the little man’s face.

But she had to look.

The little man began speaking even before she turned her head to look at him. But his words were like gibberish in her ears.

“I can’t understand you,” as she said the words, she motioned to her ears and the little man stopped speaking, what was no doubt a look of frustration passing over his features.

“That alarm. A-Are they back?”

He couldn’t answer her. He probably couldn’t understand what she was saying either.

Setting her mouth in a thin line, she released Kyris’ hand and stood.

Lifting Kyris’ blade, she swallowed her fear and headed to the entrance to the little room, each step feeling like she was walking closer into the unknown.

If the gator-guards were back, then there was no choice.

They’d have to fight. She’d have to fight.

The Mukkians were badly injured. Kyris was unconscious and nursing injuries, but she would fight.

For him. For her. For them.

She would fight.

She would rather fight than let them take her back on that slave ship to be molested and abused.

But as she exited the room and raised her eyes to the sky, her bravado fell.

It looked like the same ship that she’d just seen the gator-guards hopping from just a day ago. It was still fresh in her memory.

The ship hovered over the settlement and, in the corner of her eye, she could see the little Mukkian men taking defensive positions behind a network of sand walls.

They looked like kids hiding behind mounds of snow during a snowball fight. If only this was as innocent as that.

As she stared at the ship, steeling herself for what was about to come, there was a sort of pull in her head.

The feeling was strange, a bit like how her head felt when she’d wake prematurely from her slumber. Almost as if something was pulling her back to sleep while her conscious mind was fighting to remain awake.

“Song?”

She didn’t know