Colun's Passion (Alien Mates Book Four 4) by Serena Simpson Page A

to touch her.
    “Then I should find Sara and take her to the trial.”
    “Not without me. You both need a guide.” Joaquin executed a proper bow like he was a gentleman. “I think I’ll stick around. Gabe wanted to do this; he was upset when he couldn’t come. If you prefer…”
    Colun looked at Joaquin, his show of nonchalance didn’t fool him. He wasn’t going anywhere, and Colun was thankful he was sticking around.
    “Let’s go find Sara, adidra,” Joaquin stiffened at the term then ignored it like Colun never said a word. Together they walked through the blackness that made up the void in his mind.
    Colun stopped to look around; there was something important in this room. Something he should recognize and grab a hold of but he couldn’t move past the fuzz in his brain.
    “There are things you won’t remember. You’re too old, Colun; you know too much. The trials have already begun to even the playing field.
    Colun knew he was right, but his chances of passing this trial were becoming thin. If the trials rejected him, all he would have to look forward to was loneliness.
    “Let’s find Sara.”
     
    *~*~*~*
     
    Sara cracked an eye open wondering where she was. She was lying on a glass table or at least it looked like glass when she looked down at it. The table reminded her of the scene in sleeping beauty, the old cartoon movie where the prince came and kissed her awake. She took a good look around. Of course she wouldn’t get a prince, even in her dream. She sat up and swung her legs off the table. She didn’t try to stand yet because her body was shaky. Right about now she wished she had made it to dinner. Selma was probably a wonderful cook. Thoughts of food aside, she needed to figure out where she was.
    With caution, she slipped off the table and used the side of it to lean onto until her knees stopped shaking. Good girl, Sara, you can do it. When in doubt give yourself a pep talk.
    The last thing she remembered was stumbling her way back to the B&B with a cloak of power that was trying to kill her. She could still feel that power humming through her veins. It was Colun’s power; she would have recognized it earlier but she was scared the monster she was facing would kill her.
    Only Colun made her feel this way. She wanted to hold onto his power even though it was killing her. He was giving her a feeling she searched a lifetime for. She always knew this feeling existed even when that cynical, evil voice in her head told her it didn’t. She knew better; she simply thought only the best and brightest got this feeling. Which would leave her out because what had she done in her life to deserve to feel like this?
    Her legs were finally steady, so she began to walk; the door to the outer corridor was lit up, so she entered. The corridor was a beautiful hunter green appealing to what she liked. She began to walk keeping a lookout for whatever was hiding in the shadows. Something was there; she could feel it like a cancer wanting to eat away at her.
    A door opened, a memory from her childhood assaulted her. There was a girl; she was what her mom called a transient. Someone who was passing through. Her mom warned her not to get too close to her.
    “Stay away, Sara; that girl will bring you trouble.” It was so easy to ignore her mom’s warning. She wanted a friend and the girl, Jillian was her name, wanted to play.
    Every day after school she would meet with her. This day was no exception. She was skipping home delighted not to have to deal with the girls in school who taunted her, called her different, misfit, fat.
    She snuck between two houses on her street because that was where they met. But that day there was a thing, a monster holding Jillian in its grip sucking on her. Sara screamed and screamed and ran to get help. When she got back, Jillian was dead, and Sara was grounded for six months, unable to do anything but go to school with an escort and come home to watch life outside her window go on