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Leah didn’t recognize it, but the inflection sent chills down her spine. It reminded her of fear. Despair.
She didn’t know why or how. She swore she’d never heard it before in her life, but something about the way the words flowed together, cool and calculated, felt alien and disturbing.
The shock of it brought her back to reality.
Her breathing evened out and the room stopped spinning in time for her to blink and another hologram to appear among the sea of fabric.
A tall–tall–male materialized in front of Leah. He seemed to suck all the light in the room, as if he’d been born from the shadows and they clung to him like their ruler, even as his skin glowed golden.
A Quillon–but not a Quillon.
His horns were more bent toward his long, dark hair. His features were more elongated. Sharper. More menacing. As if he’d learned how to spear with a simple glance. His pupils weren’t as slitted, and instead of the deep, mesmerizing black of Quillons’ eyes, his were so blue, they looked almost silver.
Definitely not a Quillon.
No, no, no. No!
Something worse, in every imaginable way.
“Zavorians and Quillons are related,” Taryn’s words from the ship echoed inside her mind. “Distant cousins, with wildly different views on how we should evolve.”
Leah took a shaky step back.
She was face to face with a Zavorian. The species which had tried to cower Earth. Whose influence had destroyed Leah’s life and was on the brink of destroying her planet.
“My Lord.” Flint bowed down so hard and fast, his sunglasses fell, clinking on the floor. He scrambled to retrieve them.
The Zavorian didn’t even look his way. His bright, intense eyes were trained on Leah.
“She’s frightened,” he said in that same formal raspiness, the jagged symbols on his brows furrowing. “And she’s lying.”
Rage, hot and fierce, bubbled up inside Leah. It blistered away the sense of self-preservation.
“I’m standing right here,” she seethed.
“I can see that.” The Zavorian’s eyes widened for a fraction, before turning sharper, taking every inch of her in. It was a cold, calculated gaze. A killer’s eye. “And I see why he likes you.”
“I think you’ve seen enough,” Leah said, though the Zavorian’s stare held nothing but a detached analysis.
“You know enough, but don’t want to say anything.”
“No, I don’t,” Leah said with all the courage Nana had tried to instill in her since birth, even as her insides shook. With rage or fear, she didn’t know.
His gaze snagged on her neck. “Those marks say otherwise.”
How?Leah had barely seen the traces herself in the mirror this morning.
Alien senses. If Zavorians were half as impressive as Quillons, they could sense things humans couldn’t even dream of.
Leah shook her head so her hair fell over Taryn’s marks, face flushing. This was private, something wonderful that had happened between him and here. Nobody else could glimpse into their lives.
A powerful wave of longing took over her, seeping from every pore. Where was Taryn? She needed Taryn right now.
No!
If he came here and saw what she was doing, he wouldneverforgive her.
She certainly couldn’t forgive herself.
