by Milana Jacks
“Disaster, Vice. She’s a fucking disaster.”
“Don’t talk about her like that.”
“What the fuck is she doing on the edge of that building? Why are you all cool about it? Wait, don’t answer that. You’ve lost your shit, that’s why.” Jamie stood and began pacing the surveillance room. We’d moved from Earth back into the ship so we could observe Dewlyn instead of chase her. This view was healthier for her, seeing as she was hell-bent on running from me and running our lives.
But I would have her back. I would have her back, and I would isolate us from all life. I had to tame her. Nothing else would do.
“See ya!” She leapt off the edge.
What?! My chest constricted. My heart didn’t beat as her body dropped. I gasped, struggling to catch a breath, not knowing if I should continue watching, or turn away so I wouldn’t see her splatter on the asphalt. My body, frozen by the scene before me, my eyes frozen in time, my brain blank, made the decision for me. I couldn’t fucking move.
Midway, something blue and huge, like a mushroom, blew up, and Dewlyn screamed when it jerked her body upward. It then leveled with the force of the winds and carried her. She threw her head back and laughed.
Up here in the surveillance room, the machines buzzed, while every male in the room stood frozen, stunned into silence.
My brother paused the screen.
I caught my breath and slapped both palms on the screen, right on her cheek, my head dropping between my hands. I closed my eyes and tried to erase the memory of what I’d just witnessed. I’d taken away her skater, and Rey’s bike was too flashy, so Dewlyn had come up with a parachute. Those things had to be at least a hundred years old. I cleared my throat and turned around, prepared to bark orders at the seven-member crew in the room with us. The males stared at the screen, blinking.
“Don’t worry,” Jamie said to the males, who worked mostly up here in the spaceship. “Not all human women do this. Most of them are sweet as sugar and will receive your attentions with open arms. Vice is just a lucky motherfucker, that’s all.”
“Shut it off,” I said.
Nobody moved.
“What is that thing?” one of my crew members asked.
“A parachute,” I said. “I want everyone on this. Comb the cities for old parachutes, anyone selling parachutes, or anyone seen with balloons of any kind.”
Jamie patted my back and nudged me into my office.
This ship belonged to me. I won it in a fight with a neighboring planet during one of our blood games. That had been the last time I’d ripped into flesh. Since we’d taken over Earth, I’d assumed a place at my brother’s side as an advisor, seeing as Jamie ran hot and we needed to exist with the humans, not devour them. Though right now, I definitely wanted to devour one particular human female. CLICK!
About the Author
Milana Jacks grew up with tales of water fairies that seduced men, vampires that seduced women, and Babaroga who’d come to take her away if she didn’t eat her bean soup. She writes dystopian tales for grown ups, often about extraterrestrials and fantasy creatures roaming the Earth where she resides with her mate and their three little monsters. Milana curates quirk for her newsletter VIPs. Free romance on Sign up! and fun giveaways on the inside. To check out more books, see Milana’s Amazon author page.
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