A granddad with muscles?
Chapter 31
Alexandra
Training
Itisridiculous.Totallyabsurd. I can’t help but giggle when I see the alien’s old and scarred face. It’s hard to reconcile it with his glistening, muscular body that even a Chippendale would envy.
“Get a load of the six-pack on this granddad,” I mutter under my breath.
Sandra erupts into giggles, suppressing them with her hand. “Wow... but Dracoth’s far more impressive,” she teases, and I roll my eyes.
Still, maybe gramps here isn’t a murdering collar-happy maniac?
I’m staring at his rippling red chest muscles that suddenly stop before us.
“Hail, pretty females!” the muscles speak, startling me.
Wait what?My gaze snaps up, meeting the towering Clown-dathian’s smiling face.
I blink, startled by the unexpected greeting, and remove my hand from casually stroking my chest.
DidGranddad Absjust call uspretty females?
“Hello,” I say, my eyes boldly traveling over his towering frame, liking what I’m seeing. “You Clown-dathians are certainly... built differently.” My voice drops into a low, throaty tone.Exciting! Maybe a mature man is exactly what I need—someone who knows what he wants, someone who knows how to treat a lady.
Suddenly, Sandra nudges me, snapping me out of the moment. My smile twists into a sharp, murderous glare.
Rude!
“It’s Klendathian,” she whispers. My face ignites with embarrassment.
Klendathian? Seriously? But why do they dress like clowns? Just kill me now.
“You females have strange ways of speaking,” Granddad Abs comments, giving Sandra an appraising look from head to toe.
A wave of jealousy tightens my jaw. “Perhaps I could teach you our customs and... traditions.” He tosses his head, sending his long gray hair swaying dramatically.
Oh, brilliant. Just what I needed—rejection from this granddad.I must have a sign on my head that reads ‘reject,’ written in every alien language.
“Aww, that’s such a nice offer,” Sandra chirps, way too enthusiastically.
I’m already over it.I mean, look at him! Wrinkly face and all.Ugh, as if!
“Yes, how... interesting.” I feign a yawn. “Say, do you know the way to Dracoth’s training room?” Might as well salvage something from this awkward mess.
“Dracoth?” Granddad Abs’ blue eyes widen as his back stiffens. “You’re his females?” He glances between Sandra and me, like he’s expecting us to sprout extra heads.
I grimace. “Well, no. He doesn’town—”
“Yes, we are!” Sandra cuts in, sounding far too happy for her own good.
What is she like?
“Follow the red lights. Third chamber on the left,” he growls, his smile now a thing of the past—like his good looks. “Farewell, females,” he says, storming between us to continue down the tunnel.
“Thanks, Gramps,” I call out sarcastically, waving him off as I start down the path he indicated.
