“I do. So does my father, Jake, Uncle Saul and millions more.”
Kaelen stroked the side of my face with his thumb.“Your people are very determined to stop the Tai-Kok.”
“We aren’t going down without a fight, and we are killing as many monsters as possible.”
Kissing the top of my head, Kaelen’s strong arms hugged me tightly.“Together we will annihilate them.”
“It’d be nice if we could do that before we all starve to death. I miss chocolate so much.”
Kaelen gestured at the nearly empty shelves.“The Tai-Kok destroyed your food processing centers?”
“A lot of them, and they bombed our farm fields too. Central Command was forced to ration what little food was left.”I snorted.“The Tai-Kok stopped bombing our food sources about six months ago. I guess the monsters don’t like chowing down on skinny people.”
Dad, Uncle Saul and Jake rushed into the store with guns drawn.
I held up four fingers.
Jake nodded.
Ed, the store manager, stormed over to my dad. “I want those morons arrested and banned from the store. They are going to kill someone.”
“They’re being arrested for aggravated assault and endangerment,” Dad replied.
The angry shoppers gathered around them, shouting, “We need our box of food.”
“Our children are hungry!”
“Why aren’t they in jail?”
“We could have been killed!”
“It’s bad enough that Tai-Kok keep attacking, now we have to deal with these fools!”
“They should be hanged!”
“Ah oh. The last time people got this angry, there was one hell of a brawl and my nose got broken,”I groused.
“Not today.”Kaelen’s power flared, and I felt him use his mental voodoo on the shoppers. The yelling stopped and the shoppers quietly moved to stand in line for their box of food.
Wow, color me impressed.“You’ve got to teach me that.”
“I wanna learn that trick too,”Jake added.
Kaelen gave a slight bow.“It would be my honor.”
Two female medics hurried into the store, skidded to a stop and stared at Kaelen.
Was that what instant lust looked like? I smacked Kaelen in the stomach.“You’re too pretty.”
“I am not pretty,”Kaelen protested.
Rolling my eyes, I let out a loud whistle to get the medics’ attention and pointed at the gunshot victims. “Your patients are over there.”
“Yes, officer,” they said in unison and rushed to help them.
Uncle Saul looked around. “The Battle Commander is drawing too much attention. I’m not sure how we are going to explain a six-foot-eight, three-hundred-pound alien with fangs.”
I had to admit he was an eyeful.
