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“I could take them both to my ship,” I offered to Amber. “I have a small cell in there. They would not be able to escape and alert the authorities.”
Amber knelt down and reached a shaking hand towards her prone ex-husband. “Q’on, we can’t just kidnap him. That’ll make things worse! If they both go missing … This is such a fucking shitshow. I have my ex trussed up and bleeding in my foyer, and his best friend is outside waiting for him.” She stopped short of touching the struggling man, almost like there was a force field around him. “I don’t know what to do …”
“Ryan? You’d better not be fucking that bitch in there! We gotta go!”
“Wait,” I said, narrowing my eyes. “Why is this buddy so eager to leave?”
“Huh?” Amber blinked through her tears. “What does that have to do with anything?”
An idea came to me, and I squatted to retrieve the head covering and thick, bulky top clothing from Ryan. He screamed again as I unbound his arms long enough to tug the sleeves off them. I put the head covering—hat—on my own head, pulling the brim low over my eyes and face, and shoved my arms into the jacket. “This Evan sounds concerned. Frightened. Like they were here to do something wrong, and they could get caught. Combined this with the fact that Ryan brought a knife to your door, and I do not believe anyone else knows they came here.”
“Q’on, what are you talking about?”
I stood and started out the door. “They were here with ill intent. You might still be in danger. Stay here.” Before Amber could stop me, I ventured out into the snow.
The cold didn’t bother me, but I hunched my shoulders and put my purple hands in the pockets of the jacket. In the dim backlight of the porch lantern, Ryan’s buddy Evan would not be able to tell I was different. He would think Ryan was on his way back to the vehicle.
Packed snow crunched beneath my boots as I strode to the waiting vehicle. A middle-aged human man stood by the driver’s side door, his lined, bearded face a mask of concern, then relief. “Jesus, Ryan, I thought you were gonna chicken out. Did you do it?”
“Do what?” I mumbled, trying my best to imitate Ryan’s whiny voice.
Evan rolled his eyes at me. “Kill the bitch. Did you kill your fucking whore ex-wife?”
I stopped short, and my hands clenched into fists inside the pockets. “He was here to kill her? Why would he kill her?”
“Dude, why are you even asking that? It was your idea, fuckface.”
Ryan was here to kill her. My Amber. My mate.
And this other human was a willing accomplice.
My rage resurfaced in a matter of seconds, and I realized what I had to do. If this buddy of Ryan’s was indeed complicit in the plot to kill Amber, he couldn’t be allowed to leave.
I was a warrior of Xalan. I couldn’t let this go unpunished.
Step by step, I stalked towards the car. Seemingly oblivious to my murderous anger, Evan slid into the driver’s seat and gunned the running engine. He leaned out the window and beat his hand on the door. “C’mon! Let’s go! We can’t be here when the cops show up.”
I reached the front bumper of the car and stopped, leaning forward and gripping the metal frame underneath. Evan pounded on the steering wheel and gestured to the passenger side. “Getin!”
I shook my head. The hat fell to the snow at my feet. Evan screamed as he finally saw my alien face, and the engine revved again.
It’s hard to make the car go when its wheels are off the ground, though. I learned this from watching action films on Amber’s television.
With little effort on my part, I lifted the front of the car. I hefted until it rested on its rear bumper, Evan screaming all the while. I let him hover, waited to see if he’d jump out, waited to see how much of a coward this man was. My answer came moments later, when his whimper followed the sound of liquid trickling—and the sharp, unmistakable odor of urine.
I held the car upright for a moment, then gave a slight nudge. It toppled over backwards, landing hard on the hood. The car rocked for a moment before it stilled, but to my disappointment, hardly any damage occurred. Pity.
Evan scrambled out the open window moments later … into my waiting hands.
“W-w-what the f-fuck are you?” he stammered.
I held him by the throat and brought his face to mine. I bared my teeth and growled.
“I am your end.”
His eyes rolled back into his head, and the stench of feces signaled the emptying of his bowels as he passed out.
Chapter 12
