Is there a chance it’s true? Did the gods bestow upon me a cherished gift?
3
Grace
OLIVIA AND I SPUN AROUNDand raised our hands like we were being held at gunpoint.
The sight of four massive aliens had my heart racing. They looked furious, judging by the scowls on their faces as they came closer.
Yet Joele appeared to have a look of relief.
Olivia and I dropped our hands and shared a worried look.
A groan escaped from Riley. “They don’t look happy.”
“Let’s hope they are the good guys and we haven’t gone from bad to worse,” I remarked, ever hopeful.
I COULDN’T HELP BUTbe curious as the striking aliens reached us.
One of them appeared to be a mix of two distinct races. His build resembled the others, but his tan-skin with pale peach stripes all over him made him stand out.
When they were close enough to see in great detail, I noticed his body was coated in short fur and his eyes, like amber gems, resembled those of a cat.
That’s not something you see every day.
He noticed me watching. A smirk spread across his face and he playfully wiggled his eyebrows. The sight of a thick furry tail wrapping around him left me wide-eyed.
I averted my gaze, feeling embarrassed at gawking.
My eyes roamed over each of them. They all possessed pointed ears, and were mostly shirtless and had Adonis-like physiques.
The one that stood out most to me was the third turquoise alien. He had large leather bands that criss-crossed over his chest.
I licked my lips as I drank him in. My eyes lingered over his long black hair, which was tied back, showing off sculpted high cheekbones, a chiseled jawline, and full, darker lips.
He personified male perfection.
The moment our eyes locked, my breath caught. Just as he looked away, I was certain I heard a low rumble emanating from his chest.
His self-assured stance conveyed his position of authority.
The other males wore a single sash across their chests and showed him deference.He must be their leader,I thought.
Their attire included trousers and heavy black boots. They wore bladed weapons on their backs and some sort of gun that adorned their hips.
Joele stepped forward and spoke to the leader in another language. He nodded before surveying the group of us and shaking his head.
Even though he did not speak English, the deep velvety tone of his voice affected me in ways I had never experienced before.
I cleared my throat, wondering what the hell was wrong with me, hoping he didn’t see my cheeks flaming to match my hair color.
Joele responded to him with a grin that the leader did not share.
He gestured to the shuttle, then barked something at his men. His eyes stopped on me again and he held my gaze for a long moment.
My body tingled in response as if he’d touched me.
To make matters worse, my pulse quickened with every second I stood before the alien leader.
