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Amber
Shock is a funny thing.
One minute my ex was practically choking me, and the next, he was hogtied on my floor. My alien boyfriend wore his hat and jacket out to his buddy’s car, which he then upended with said buddy still in it. Then, before I had time to process what Q’on said about the knife that Ryan dropped and “ill intent,” he returned from outside and dumped Evan’s bound, unconscious body at my feet.
“This piece ofskruutsaid that the one called Ryan planned to kill you.”
“H-he what?”
Q’on took my hands in his and gave them a light squeeze. I looked down at our joined hands and marveled at how gentle he was. Just moments ago, he was crushing Ryan’s bones with them, yet I somehow knew he would never hurt me with them. “You are safe. I will imprison them on my ship until we can agree on what to do with them. I do not think they deserve to go free, but I realize now that I was too rash. I should have included you in the decision-making.”
I blinked at Q’on, confused. I was still stuck a few chapters back in this crazy book, and I couldn’t seem to catch up to the same page Q’on was on. “Ryan wanted me dead?”
“Yes. But as I said, you are safe.”
Turning back to the still-open door, I saw the car lying on its roof, my brain slow to accept that Q’on did that with his bare hands despite having witnessed it for myself. “What are we going to do with their car?”
It’s really stupid stuff that you focus on when you’re in shock.
“I can move it. Dump it in the lake, or wherever you’d prefer.”
Evan groaned at my feet, telling me he was alive. I looked down at him, stunned.
“What are we going to do with him?” God, I was like a broken record.
Q’on shrugged his broad shoulders. “We could imprison them on my ship, or we could kill them. I am fine with either, but your opinion is valid. I would like to know your preference.”
My preference? My preference would have been to call the cops before even the idea of murder was on the table, but Q’on had to go and bring that up as an option, and while the idea frightened me, getting caught with a beaten ex, his traumatized friend, and an alien living in my house scared me, too.
Jesus! What the fuck was I thinking? Was I really about to condone the execution of two morons just because they were morons?
I took a deep breath to center myself. I needed to think.
According to Q’on, Ryan wanted me dead. The knife still lying on my floor seemed to indicate that, but did Evan want me dead, too, or was he just playing along with Ryan’s twisted game? He was apparently willing to be the getaway driver, but that wouldn’t be enough to warrant the death penalty in our Earth legal system.
My eyes widened at the thought, and my head whipped around to face Q’on.
“Shit, Q’on, they could take you away for this!”
He cocked his head at me. “Why?”
“Because you assaulted and kidnapped two humans!”
Q’on frowned. “I do not understand. In your authority dramas on the television—procedurals—acting in defense of another is acceptable.”
When did he find time to watch cop dramas? He was streaming porn all damn day! “That’s incredibly difficult to prove in real life, Q’on.” I groaned. “Fuck. If the cops find them, we’re screwed. They’ll say we planted the knife, because that’s literally the only evidence we have that he was here to hurt me.”
“Not true. We have his buddy.” Q’on nudged Evan’s side with the toe of his boot. Evan grunted, but he didn’t wake up.
“He’ll just lie and say we made it all up.” I leaned against the wall and put my hands over my face. “Fuck. We’re in such deep shit right now.”
Hands grabbed my arms, and I jumped and shrieked until I realized it was Q’on, not Evan, who held me. “Jesus! What are you doing, Q’on? We’ve got two prisoners in my house and no alibi for either of us. This isn’t the time to get handsy.”
He didn’t let go. “Tell me what to do.” His voice was soft, almost meek. Not like him. He pressed his forehead to mine and closed his eyes.
“What?”
“Tell me what to do, and I’ll do it. Whatever you want.”
