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But where is M’ijel? I silently call out to him in my mind, urging him to hurry. I need him now more than ever.
The male’s attention is solely on finding a way out, his eyes darting from one corridor to the next, barely glancing at me. His grip on me loosens, and for a moment, I contemplate attempting to slip free and making a run for it.
But I hesitate. What if he tightens his grasp again, more fiercely this time? I decide to wait, to bide my time for the perfect opportunity to escape.
Suddenly, the male stops. I wonder if he’s found what he’s looking for — the way out — or realized he could mate with me right here and now if he so wished.
I look up at him, my breath clogged in my throat. I’msurprised to find he’s looking at himself — at his hand — turning it over slowly as if he has never seen it before. I watch as his scales recede back into a slimy texture that is no doubt his natural form.
The change is subtle at first before growing more pronounced. He grunts, slightly thrown off by the transformation.
It’s me, I realize. While the males gained weapons as their abilities, I gained the capacity to heal them, to return them to their natural forms.
It doesn’t seem like a fair trade.What I wouldn’t give to be able to blast this asshole in the face!
Suddenly, the male grunts. I turn to see sunlight streaming through a broken window at the end of the corridor.
My heart sinks. If he gets me outside, it might be too late. I need to act now.
Seizing the moment and taking advantage of the distraction, I squirm and manage to slip through his loosened grip. He’s quick, his other hand snapping out to grab me, but I anticipated this.
I twist away just in time, breaking free. I fall to the ground and start running with everything I have.
My heart pounds with a mix of fear and exhilaration. I’m free, if only for a moment.Hahaha! See you, sucker!
Then, my foot catches on some debris, and I stumble. I can hear him right behind me, his footsteps thunderous in the corridor — like a raging bull.
“No!” I cry out as I hit the ground. “No! Let me go!”
But it’s useless. He’s already upon me, his claws clasping around me once again, pulling me back towards him.
Desperation consumes me, and I do the only thing left in my power. I raise my head to the ceiling and scream with all my might:
“M’ijel!”
The sound of my voice echoing through the halls is the only thing I have left, a call for help, a plea for rescue. I scream his name, hoping against hope that he’ll hear me, that he’ll find me before it’s too late.
M’ijel
“M’ijel!”
The scream pierces the air, sharp and desperate.
It’s Zoey. My heart leaps into my throat. I know that tone, the edge of panic in her voice. I’m close,so close.
Adrenaline powers through me, fueling my already swift pace. I race down the corridor, my strides long and urgent.
Turning a corner, I see them. The alien male and Zoey.
Relief and fury fight for supremacy within me. I step back, seeking the advantage of surprise, but it’s too late — he’s seen me.
His eyes lock onto mine, filled with a cold, predatory calculation. In a flash, he raises his sword, and a bolt of fire streaks towards me.
I duck back, feeling the heat of the fire as it narrowly misses my head, singing the wall. My instincts scream, and I roll out of the way, taking another path to circle behind him.
I must be silent, stealthy.
I crouch low, my movements fluid andsoundless. The male continues his barrage, his sword a conduit for the gemstones’ power.
