by Maia Starr
“I knew you’d come around. After all, what are sisters for, right?” Samantha said, shrugging her gown off and handing it daintily to me.
I put it on quickly and glared at Sam.
“Just don’t forget to call him, ‘my lord,’” I said darkly. “I wouldn’t want you to regret this or anything.”
A brief, puzzled expression flickered across Sam’s face, but she shrugged and beamed at me.
“I won’t,” she said. “My guy’s name is Chaz’z.”
I waited for any other information that might help make our transition into the other household a little easier, but none was forthcoming until Sam finally sighed.
“Oh, I forgot. I kind of accidentally told him that my name is your name,” Sam said with a giggle and a shrug. “That’s usually what I do when I’m scared I’ll get in trouble or something. Oops. But that should make it easier for you.”
“Seriously, Sam?!”
Samantha beamed at me.
“Come on, Alexa. We should get back before ‘my lord’ thinks that I ran off on him.”
Sam winked and trotted off through the crowd to take my place at the table. I hated the way she acted when she bullied me into getting her way. She acted almost buoyant, as if nothing could get her down when things were going the way she wanted them to, and I was left to suffer.
What she didn’t realize though was that never once in our lives had I wanted to see her suffer. In fact, as the older one by six minutes, I had always done everything I could to protect her. Not only from Zod, but from everything that might hurt her. I would have rather died than subject my sister to what Zod had done to me. But that infuriating whine of hers…
I couldn’t think any more about it. What was done was done, and Samantha had brought whatever happened to her from this point on, onto herself.
***
“That took a while,” Chaz’z said, his silver eyes resting on me. An involuntary jolt of fire coursed through me as I got lost in the flecks of gold and bronze in them. I opened and closed my mouth, looking for a response, and I tore myself away from his gaze and focused on the table in front of me. Unsurprisingly, Samantha hadn’t touched even a bite of food on her plate.
“It was a little hard to find the ladies room,” I lied, hoping not to have to look back up at Chaz’z.
“I understand,” he said, his voice low and kind. “These events always have been kind of crowded. All of the Thressl’n are invited to attend. Though most don’t make it past the partition. Only the honored receive tables.”
“The honored…” I said, glancing over my shoulder at the crowd of Thressl’n men and women who were still cheering for Zod. Chaz’z, however, remained glued to his plate with a deep-set frown on his face.
“Yes. Right now they are honoring Captain Zod. He seems to be favored by the Supreme Leader for some reason. I fear the worst…”
Chaz’z trailed off, and he took a deep drink of the sparkling liquid in his clear glass. I glanced at my own glass and saw that it was empty.
“Oh, would you like a drink?” Chaz’z asked, standing quickly to retrieve a bottle from the center of the table. I didn’t have to answer; he was already pouring me a glass of the bubbling pink liquid. It delighted me in a way; it was like the drinks I always imagined I would be having as an adult when I was a little kid.
“Thank you, my lord,” I said impulsively.
Chaz’z furrowed his eyebrows.
“Don’t call me that,” he said sternly, studying me closely. “Why do you seem so different? Did something happen to you on the way back from the washing room? Was somebody unkind?”
“No!” I said quickly. “I’m fine. It’s just…it’s a lot, you know. Coming to another planet and everything. It’s just a big adjustment…please don’t be angry.”
I couldn’t endure any more of the horrifying Thressl’n temper. But to my surprise, Chaz’z’s face broke out into a pleasant smile.
“Mad?” he asked. “Not at all. But I would feel a lot better if you ate something. I haven’t seen you touch a bite of food since you arrived.”
Yup, I could always stand firm in my knowledge of my twin. She would die before she put the colorful mush in her mouth.
I snuck a glance at her, worried what I’d find. But to my surprise, Zod and Sam were actually laughing together. I gasped out loud.
“What? What is it?” Chaz’z asked. I tore my gaze away before he could catch on to what had made me cry out like that, but he was too smart for me.
“I must be hallucinating,” Chaz’z said, his teal face lighting up. “Is Zod actually having a good time? What kind of human would actually enjoy his company?”
A mixture of agreement and resentment washed over me. On the one hand, of course only a person like Samantha could schmooze her way into Zod’s good graces. On the other, shouldn’t I be offended that a man who was responsible for abducting hundreds of women from Earth was questioning the moral character of my twin sister?
“Wow,” Chaz’z said suddenly. “She looks a lot like you.”
I paled, and turned frantic eyes to him. But before I could defend myself, he continued. “I guess I’m more racist than I thought. Please forgive my rude comments.”
And with that, he continued eating.
Chapter 4
Chaz’z Wyl’es (Commander of the Fleet)
Alexa was very quiet on the way home from the event. I had been shocked by how much food she had managed to put away, even after the third course was finished. The bubbling elixir had brought out a cheerful, carefree side of her personality that I hadn’t known was there; especially after spending the night before tossing and turning as I contemplated ways to address the concerns she had with my home.
“This is beautiful,” Alexa breathed when we walked through the door. I was shocked.
“That isn’t what you were saying last night,” I said, raising a brow at her.
“It’s just…well, when humans are stressed, I guess everything looks terrible,” Alexa stammered, smiling nervously at me. “But after a while, we adapt, and things start to look a little bit brighter.”
I nodded. “That makes sense. Well, I hope you like your accommodations better tonight.”
“Better than the cellar?” Alexa said. Her cheeks reddened suddenly, and she looked into my eyes, a bright, beautiful smile on her face. Why hadn’t I noticed how beautiful her eyes were the day before?
“The cellar? Wait, that is a joke, right? Human humor. Very interesting.”
I laughed stiffly.
“I’m sure whatever you give me will do,” Alexa said.
“What changed in you tonight?” I exclaimed. “All you did last night was complain, and now you are saying you will accept whatever I give you. Maybe I should give the elixir to you every day.”
Alexa grinned, and my hearts thudded involuntarily in my chest. She was stunning.
“Well, I will try not to be so hard on you from now on, all right?” Alexa said.
“All right…”
I walked to the kitchen, and Alexa stayed in the place where I left her. I glanced back at her and raised a brow. “Is something on your mind?”
“I just…no, nothing.”
“All right…are you hungry?”
My stomach was growling. It was already time for another meal.
“I don’t think I’ll need to eat again for a year,” Alexa said, her beautiful eyes boring into me as she smiled. “Thank you for the offer though.”
“Of course.”
She stood awkwardly in the doorway for a moment, and I got the impression that there was something she wanted to ask, but felt afraid to.
“You don’t have to be scared of me,” I said, pulling a chair out at the table. “Please, sit. I enjoy company while I cook.”
“Thanks,” she said, sitting down at the table shyly. “It’s just…do you remember me?”
“Remember you?” I asked incredulously. “How could I forget you? You squawked at me about n
early breaking your ankle, snubbed my home, and nearly made me think you had been kidnapped or had run off at the event. You’re pretty fresh in my mind.”
“I don’t mean those things,” Alexa said with a sigh. “Never mind.”
The blood rushed to my face, and I was drawn back into the moment that had kept me awake all night the day we had delivered the humans. I knew exactly what she was talking about. The way our eyes had locked and I’d felt like I had never seen a more beautiful female in all my life. How it didn’t even seem possible for anyone else so perfect to exist anywhere in the universe.
But how could I have those feelings about someone so unbelievably rude?
Still, the evening had been going quite well so far. Maybe Alexa was right. Perhaps stress just made humans do some really strange things.
***
After my meal was done and I was ready to sleep for the night, Alexa was still lingering nervously outside the kitchen. It was as if she were afraid to move.
“What’s wrong?” I finally asked her. “Is something bothering you?”
“I just don’t know where I’m supposed to sleep,” she whispered.
“I thought you said you were over the weird smell,” I said, sighing irritably.
“I am!” Alexa said quickly, a smile brightening her worried face. “It’s just…I don’t remember where the room is. I need you to show me.”
“All right,” I said softly. I took her by the elbow and walked her as respectfully as I could down the hallway to the room I had set aside for guests. “This door. The third down. That is your bedroom. And if you don’t like it, I can remodel it for you soon. But I am about to leave for work on a mission that may take me a few revolutions to complete, so try not to let it bother you too much if you can help it. All right?”
Alexa nodded, and I tried not to focus on the warmth of her skin under my hand. She had looked good that morning after trying on the dress, but somehow it seemed to fit her even better now. The intricate Thressl’n fabrics clung to her body in all the right places, and a surge of warmth washed over me. There was no way I had chosen the wrong female. Even if she had been a little bit difficult at first, if things stayed this peaceful between us, it was possible I had finally found my mate. All I had to do from there would be to woo her.
“Here it is,” I said gently, keying in the code slowly enough for her to remember. “You get inside like this. If there’s a code you’d prefer, just tell me and we will re-set it when we’re remodeling.”
“All right,” Alexa said softly.
I had the absurd urge to kiss her then, a parting kiss as we went our separate ways down the hallway to sleep. Her gaze lingered on me for just a few moments longer, a shy smile bright on her face, before the door closed between us. Would my hearts be able to take much more of this female?
The hallway of my home had never felt more lonely than it did the moment Alexa was out of view. I lingered by the doorway for a few moments longer, wishing I could go inside and show her how I felt. Would she believe that I meant no harm? That of all the things I wanted in my life, she was quickly becoming the top of the list?
No, I couldn’t tell her a thing like that. It was alarming enough to be feeling it. Hearing it out loud would just be unnerving, probably for both of us.
I made my way miserably down the corridor until I finally reached my bedroom and keyed in the combination.
I washed in my private bath and changed into my sleeping clothes before I finally collapsed on my bed. Spending time out in space was the thing I loved more than anything in the world. Flying was always something I had been passionate about, and the fates had been kind enough to assign me as the commander of the fleet. I got to spend every day of my life doing what I loved.
But the mission to Earth had taken something out of me. We had traveled so far, for such a long time, only to invade a planet that didn’t know we existed and steal females from it. Sure, the reasoning made sense. Who knew when the Vellreq were finally going to push Earth’s leaders into detonation? According to our calculations, it was likely to happen at any moment. In truth, we had saved all of these women from a terrible demise.
And yet the truth in that statement didn’t make me feel any better about it. We had stolen them because we needed females. They hadn’t had a choice in the matter. And so, regardless of whether I wanted to mate with this female or not, I was not going to force my will upon her. Sure, we had given their lives an extension by bringing the females to Jenal’k, but that didn’t mean that we were the good guys. Not by a long shot.
Nothing made that more obvious than commanding the fleet in the war in the Kalron territory of the C’loggh galaxy. Whether I liked it or not, it was becoming more and more clear that things weren’t always as they seemed.
***
“What’s all this?” I asked, shocked when I woke up to find Alexa in the kitchen. She was wearing a ceremonial covering over the front of her clothing, and beaming out at me. I tried not to panic when I saw that the ceremonial cloth was full of food stains. I tried hard not to let the strain in my voice come out, but it took all the effort I had not to shout.
“I thought that I would try my hand at cooking,” Alexa said shyly, a beautiful smile lighting her face. “You know. Since you’ve been so kind to me and everything. And I love the way that your food tastes. I just wondered if I could make it myself. So, surprise, I guess. I was hoping to be done before you came out.”
“I…this is too much. Thank you, but please, allow me to help,” I said, reaching out to try to remove the ceremonial covering from her body. I gripped it, suddenly acutely aware of the closeness of my hand to her breast. I snatched my hand away and felt heat flooding my face. What was I doing? That was highly inappropriate.
“I wouldn’t refuse some help,” Alexa said, her voice defeated. She straightened the ceremonial cloth with a Kelro’ch-stained hand, leaving a bright pink smear down the front of its pure white fabric. I squeaked in anguish, but again attempted to compose myself before speaking.
“Well then, it’s a good thing I am here. The Thressl’n have a very complex cuisine, one that is coveted all across the galaxy. It makes sense that you would want to replicate it…”
I wasn’t sure if I was trying to comfort Alexa or myself.
“I just wanted to do something for you,” Alexa sighed. “You know. To make up for what a bitch I’ve been…apparently…”
Her wording startled me.
“Do not refer to yourself that way,” I said. “Come on, I will show you what to do next. What exactly were you going for here?”
Alexa laughed desperately. “Anything edible, I guess.”
“That’s a good place to begin. Can I ask…why do you have that hanging off of you?”
I gestured at the ceremonial covering and Alexa glanced down at it, surprised.
“You mean it’s not an apron?” she asked with a frown.
“I…um…no. It’s not. In fact, it should probably go into the tub before the stains set…”
“I’m so sorry!” Alexa cried, whipping the covering off and rushing to the bathroom. “I’ll fix it for you.”
“Please don’t,” I said as kindly as I could. “Why don’t you stay here and mix the sloshnar and Tena’k powder together. I’ll come out when you’re done, all right?”
Alexa looked crestfallen, and I pursed my lips. There was no time to tend to her feelings. The ceremonial covering had been passed down through my family for centuries. I had to get it clean.
Relief flooded me when the food washed off the cloth easily, and I returned to the kitchen feeling much lighter. But to my surprise, Alexa was hunched over the counter with her shoulders quaking.
“What… are you sick?” I asked, walking nervously toward her. “Do you need something? A medic?”
“No,” Alexa sighed, looking up at me. Her eyes were filled with an alarming clear liquid, and I backed away.
“Are you sure?” I asked, unable to hide the disgu
st on my face. “What’s that in your eyes?”
Alexa stood straight and wiped her eyes with the back of her sleeve.
“Nothing to be alarmed about. It happens sometimes.”
“But why?”
“I guess if you’re sad. Sometimes if you’re really happy. I don’t know. Extreme emotions.”
“So humans expel waste from their bodies…because they feel things?” I asked incredulously.
“That’s one way to put it,” Alexa said, sighing. “I think I’m just going to leave the cooking to the experts. Sorry I messed up your robe.”
“What? You didn’t mess up anything!” I exclaimed, panicked at the thought of Alexa suffering. “I mean, you did kind of mess up the Tehh’lerah, but most people do. It’s a hard dish to master.”
Alexa grinned through her tears.
“So how do you do it right, then?” she asked.
I grabbed a spoon and smiled warmly at her. “I’ll show you.”
***
The rest of the cooking session went well, and just as we removed the Tehh’lerah from the heat, the bell rang, and my front entrance hissed open.
“Temal, come!”
My cousin entered the room, her golden eyes on the floor and her rust-colored hair styled short today.
“Alexa, this is Temal. She takes care of the house while I’m away and helps me look after things even when I am on Jenal’k.”
“Hi, Temal,” Alexa said shyly, bowing as I had showed her. It warmed me to see her attempting my customs, and she did it unthinkingly. It was such a drastic change from the person she was when she had first arrived.
“Greetings to you,” Temal said, studying my female curiously and returning Alexa’s bow. “I didn’t think that anybody had acquired a human yet.”
“Well if you would ever attend the events, you would have seen that each of the men commanding the ships to Earth had been rewarded with the first choice in females,” I said, raising a brow at her.
“They’re so boring, Chaz’z! And you know I can cook better than the food at those feasts anyway. So can you, for that matter. I taught you myself.”
