Darkside Blues: SciFi Alien Romance (Dark Planet Warriors Book 4.5) by Anna Carven
Authors: Anna Carven
Ads: Link
“Though your battles leave a lot of room for improvement.”
“Don’t concern yourself with our affairs, nonhuman,” Kai said sharply. “It isn’t your fight.”
Zyara blinked. The tone Kai used with Rykal was different, his voice hard and cold. He obviously wasn’t intimidated by the two Kordolian warriors, unlike most Humans they encountered.
Rykal and Kalan shrugged. “You’re right,” said Kalan. “Come on, Zyara. Let’s go. The girls have been worried sick about you. I’ll bet Xal’s going out of his mind dealing with them right now.” He snorted with dark amusement, but his odd violet eyes were trained on Kai. “You were fortunate that Zyara was on the scene, Human. She’s no ordinary medic.”
“Evidently.” Was it just her, or did Kai sound a little snarky?
What was it with these males all of a sudden? It was as if everyone wanted a piece of her. Zyara sighed. “Let’s go.” She squinted against the rising sun, which had painted the surrounding buildings a surreal shade of orange. Her vision was beginning to blur, and a throbbing headache had started in her temples.
She put that down to the effects of last night’s alcohol.
Zyara vowed never to touch the stuff again. It was poison. Kordolians clearly didn’t have the same tolerance for certain substances that Humans did.
Dozens of hostile Human eyes were pointed in their direction, and although Kalan and Rykal hadn’t done anything but look threatening, the tension hadn’t abated.
Kai was the only familiar Human face in a sea of black and white, and when he looked at her with his molten black gaze, her inner resolve unraveled just a little bit more.
Oh, this Human was dangerous. It was with both relief and regret that she stepped away.
“Remember, Zyara,” Kai said as she left, flanked on both sides by two lethal Kordolian warriors. “You know how to find me. If you ever need anything at all, please let me know.”
Zyara looked back, briefly meeting his eyes, a shadow of a smile playing across her lips. As much as Kai intrigued her, and as much as she wanted to explore this strange, nuanced Human world of shadow and light, she doubted she’d be back.
They existed in completely different universes. She had a duty to fulfill, and Kai lived in a world she didn’t understand.
The good thing about last night was that she had saved a life. Emboldened by the liquor flowing through her veins, she’d trusted her instincts and rushed forward without a thought for safety or protocol. Zyara was glad she’d been in the right place at the right time. She’d stopped the Human girl, Melia, from bleeding to death.
As much as Kai felt he owed her some sort of return favor, Zyara disagreed. The ability to heal was a gift and a privilege, and she didn’t expect anything in return.
CHAPTER TEN
Kai tried to push thoughts of Zyara from his mind as he entered the outer compound. Several of his subordinates knelt on the stark pavement, their heads bowed. Banri guarded the entrance, his expression grim.
The ethereal Kordolian was a distraction; he should forget about her altogether, especially now, when everything was poised on a knife’s edge.
Life and death hung in the balance. The outcome of his conversation here would determine that.
Kai walked slowly around the square, his leather shoes echoing loudly on the black concrete. No-one dared move. He tried to keep a tight leash on his anger, taking his time, letting them sweat.
Finally, he spoke. “Can any of you explain to me why the original route wasn’t adhered to?” His voice was soft, but it was loaded with menace. “Why someone thought it would be a good fucking idea to drive a convoy down the Glory Strip at close to midnight, with the Boss’s daughter onboard?”
Silence. They knew their lives hung in the balance. Kai thought of Melia, lying unconscious in the hospital, her left shoulder bound up in a bio-sleeve, her tiny body pumped full of antibiotics in an attempt to
“Don’t concern yourself with our affairs, nonhuman,” Kai said sharply. “It isn’t your fight.”
Zyara blinked. The tone Kai used with Rykal was different, his voice hard and cold. He obviously wasn’t intimidated by the two Kordolian warriors, unlike most Humans they encountered.
Rykal and Kalan shrugged. “You’re right,” said Kalan. “Come on, Zyara. Let’s go. The girls have been worried sick about you. I’ll bet Xal’s going out of his mind dealing with them right now.” He snorted with dark amusement, but his odd violet eyes were trained on Kai. “You were fortunate that Zyara was on the scene, Human. She’s no ordinary medic.”
“Evidently.” Was it just her, or did Kai sound a little snarky?
What was it with these males all of a sudden? It was as if everyone wanted a piece of her. Zyara sighed. “Let’s go.” She squinted against the rising sun, which had painted the surrounding buildings a surreal shade of orange. Her vision was beginning to blur, and a throbbing headache had started in her temples.
She put that down to the effects of last night’s alcohol.
Zyara vowed never to touch the stuff again. It was poison. Kordolians clearly didn’t have the same tolerance for certain substances that Humans did.
Dozens of hostile Human eyes were pointed in their direction, and although Kalan and Rykal hadn’t done anything but look threatening, the tension hadn’t abated.
Kai was the only familiar Human face in a sea of black and white, and when he looked at her with his molten black gaze, her inner resolve unraveled just a little bit more.
Oh, this Human was dangerous. It was with both relief and regret that she stepped away.
“Remember, Zyara,” Kai said as she left, flanked on both sides by two lethal Kordolian warriors. “You know how to find me. If you ever need anything at all, please let me know.”
Zyara looked back, briefly meeting his eyes, a shadow of a smile playing across her lips. As much as Kai intrigued her, and as much as she wanted to explore this strange, nuanced Human world of shadow and light, she doubted she’d be back.
They existed in completely different universes. She had a duty to fulfill, and Kai lived in a world she didn’t understand.
The good thing about last night was that she had saved a life. Emboldened by the liquor flowing through her veins, she’d trusted her instincts and rushed forward without a thought for safety or protocol. Zyara was glad she’d been in the right place at the right time. She’d stopped the Human girl, Melia, from bleeding to death.
As much as Kai felt he owed her some sort of return favor, Zyara disagreed. The ability to heal was a gift and a privilege, and she didn’t expect anything in return.
CHAPTER TEN
Kai tried to push thoughts of Zyara from his mind as he entered the outer compound. Several of his subordinates knelt on the stark pavement, their heads bowed. Banri guarded the entrance, his expression grim.
The ethereal Kordolian was a distraction; he should forget about her altogether, especially now, when everything was poised on a knife’s edge.
Life and death hung in the balance. The outcome of his conversation here would determine that.
Kai walked slowly around the square, his leather shoes echoing loudly on the black concrete. No-one dared move. He tried to keep a tight leash on his anger, taking his time, letting them sweat.
Finally, he spoke. “Can any of you explain to me why the original route wasn’t adhered to?” His voice was soft, but it was loaded with menace. “Why someone thought it would be a good fucking idea to drive a convoy down the Glory Strip at close to midnight, with the Boss’s daughter onboard?”
Silence. They knew their lives hung in the balance. Kai thought of Melia, lying unconscious in the hospital, her left shoulder bound up in a bio-sleeve, her tiny body pumped full of antibiotics in an attempt to
Similar Books
