Kyro: A Sci-fi Alien Abduction Romance (Captured by Aliens Book 5), A.G. Wilde [amazing books to read .txt] 📗

didn’t trust the slimy Dini for as high as he could lift him.

Swallowing hard, he told himself it was not because of the small human walking by his side.

He would have to go back home and do some research on Vorti mating rituals but as far as his current knowledge went, they had been doing nothing to illicit the primitive growl that had forced itself from within him.

And she had heard it, too. How embarrassing.

Glancing down at her now, her package of cloth tucked into her basket, he willed himself to think clearly.

His response in the shop wasn’t new.

When he’d seen Shive invade her space, he’d felt the same strange feeling that had made itself known with the merchant’s shop. There was no logical reason for the surge of protection that had gone through him.

Whatever it was, it had to be something to do with her being human. Clearly, whatever malady was affecting his brothers was also affecting him.

He didn’t need to hover over her. She’d almost taken one of Shive’s eyes out all on her own.

The memory amused him greatly. She’d used her tiny pointy finger as a weapon.

There was silence between them now and he noticed her face was composed. He didn’t know what she was thinking, but he didn’t like it.

He much preferred the way she had looked when she’d laughed at his joke.

Her face had taken on a youthfulness that wasn’t there now.

Now, she looked serene thinking some troubled thoughts as they walked together.

Was she contemplating M’Agunt?

It was clear the Dini’s interest in her went beyond the fact that she was human. There was something else behind M’Agunt’s eyes when he looked at her and the thought made his blood pulse where his chets once were.

M’Agunt and qrakking Shive.

There it was again. That feeling.

He and the human were only...acquaintances. He’d helped rescue her and that was the basis of their relationship. It would be nothing more.

It could be nothing more.

Did he want it to be something more?

His heart stopped for a second before resuming.

The thought had never occurred to him. But as soon as it began taking root, Kyro brushed it away.

It would be punishment to bring someone into his personal hell. To subject someone he claimed to love to the life he had to live...he would only do such a thing to his enemies.

Still, as he told himself this, he didn’t want the little time he’d spent in her presence to be over. Following her to the market had been an unexpectedly pleasurable experience if he forgot about the merchant and the other rebel.

“So, you watch our comedy shows, huh?” she asked suddenly, pulling him from his thoughts once more.

“I read them.”

“Oh. Read any you like?” She glanced up at him, reading him.

“There was one. Star Expedition. I found it quite entertaining.”

“Star Expedition, don’t think I know that one.” A pause. “Do you mean Star Trek?”

“Star Expedition. Star Trek. My translator says those names are the same.”

“Ah.” She cracked a smile and his eyes glued on to it. Why was she smiling? Did he inadvertently tell her a joke?

“I like Star Trek too.” She sighed and her delicate shoulders rose and fell. “I envy you.”

He was about to tell her he was the last person in the world she should envy when she continued speaking. “I wish I could at least read the language spoken here. It would be nice to at least be able to read on the datapad that came with my apartment.”

The corners of her mouth drooped a little and that same look that had moved into her eyes before came back again.

Sadness.

She was sad.

And he didn’t think it was only the fact that she couldn’t read books that was causing her sadness.

It was a look of sadness stemming from deep, deep down. The type that seeped into your gaze when you weren’t aware of it.

The type that people saw but didn’t mention.

“There are many languages spoken here. And many written ones,” he offered.

“Really?” She paused. “Of course. I don’t know why I assumed that everyone spoke the same thing.” She paused again. “Then how do people read here? Do they have to learn all the written languages? Or is there a common language or something?”

“I can update your translator for you, or arrange to have it changed, depending on the model. It would then connect with your ocular nerves to translate words you see into a language you understand.”

He spoke before he even considered what he was saying.

To update her translator, he’d have to most likely visit her private quarters.

“Could you really?”

How could he say no when she was looking up at him with such hope?

“Yes. I could visit your quarters tomorrow with the update.”

The corner of his eye twitched.

He shouldn’t be doing this.

But he did want to spend more time around her.

She was interesting, and not like the other human women. She was interesting in a different sort of way.

Maybe it was the fact that he saw more going on behind her eyes...something behind her gaze caught his attention.

Or maybe it was just the sadness he saw lurking there.

Whatever it was, he would take the opportunity to study her. She would be his new project.

And it would help him pass the time while he waited for his brothers to come off their “break.”

He’d help her and she’d unwittingly help him.

It was a win-win situation, as her kind would put it.

That is, if she decided to say yes to his offer.

Visiting her private quarters to update her translator. He was pushing it.

Waiting with bated breath, he finally exhaled when he heard her reply.

“I would really like that.”

She was going to get to read!

With the cloth in tow and books to read, she’d have more than enough things to do to fill her time.

Smiling, she glanced up at Kyro and found him watching her.

“You know, you’re a bit different from the other guys in your unit. Reku5 they call your team?”

She saw the skin on his forehead move as if