Kyris: A Sci-fi Alien Abduction Romance (Captured by Aliens Book 4), A.G. Wilde [most life changing books txt] 📗

But the little men with the bald heads and beady eyes that were moving and chattering about the room didn’t seem aggressive.

As a matter of fact, from what she could gather, they were tending to the wound on her side.

Gaze moving back to Kyris, she tried again to call his name.

Nothing.

She eyed the little men again as one of them came close enough for her to see him clearly.

They were still murmuring in a language her translator did not pick up and she wished she could understand what they were saying.

If she had woken up alone...if Kyris wasn’t there beside her...she’d have been freaking out more than she already was.

Gaze moving back to him, a sort of calm washed over her, despite the circumstances.

He was there with her and he didn’t seem alarmed by the little men’s presence. If he wasn’t anxious about their presence then maybe she didn’t need to be.

Throughout this whole ordeal, he’d always been there—always been that constant reassurance that had kept her sane, kept her hoping, kept her safe.

A few minutes passed as she watched him. He sat there, head resting against her, his brows knit as quiver after quiver went through his wings.

He’d saved her from that thing that had attacked her. She was sure of it.

Maybe he really was her guardian angel.

She was gazing at him when the face of one of the little men blocked her view and if she wasn’t paralyzed, the unexpectedness of it would have made her shriek.

His hand outstretched, the little man forced two short fingers between her lips to deposit something on her tongue.

She couldn’t move or protest as she felt whatever was put on her tongue dissolve into her mouth.

The little man then said something to Kyris before moving away and Kyris raised his head.

He finally looked at her then and the look he gave her almost took her breath away.

His eyes. His beautiful violet eyes. The pain there...the sadness...

He looked utterly tormented, as if he was feeling both physical and emotional agony.

For a moment, she was dumbstruck. She tried to say something to him, but once more, her body wouldn’t respond.

As he looked at her, the pain seeming to flood from his eyes and float all around him, she realized that he didn’t know she could see him.

Her eyelids were so low, she was barely seeing through her lashes, so she guessed he wouldn’t notice unless he came up close and stared straight into her eyes.

He said something to the little men, again in a language she couldn’t understand, and the little men all left the room.

Then he bent his head once more, his expression solemn as he looked at his hands grasping hers.

“I’m so sorry, Song.” his whisper was almost too low for her to hear and if the room wasn’t suddenly so quiet because the little men had left, she might have missed it.

“So sorry.”

Sorry for what?

What was he mourning?

The horrible thought that maybe he was mourning for her creeped inside her mind, and despite that she couldn’t move, her heart slammed against her chest.

Was he remorseful because she was going to be like this…forever? Was the paralysis permanent?

That thought horrified her.

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One of the little men entered the room. His bald head was uncovered and his beady eyes were focused on Kyris.

The little man touched Kyris’ shoulder with what looked like a light touch but Kyris groaned loudly and it wasn’t a groan of annoyance…it sounded like pain.

The little alien was expressionless, beady eyes unblinking as it said something to Kyris.

She heard Kyris reply before he turned his head to look at her.

His eyes...still so tortured. So pained.

“Forget about my wounds. Just focus on tending to her.”

Wounds?

Ah, the cut across his chest when he’d sliced himself to lead the creatures away from her.

She wished she could see better. He should let them tend to him if they were offering to.

As the little man said something to him again, Kyris gripped her hand tight.

“Use all your resources to create the anti-venom. My wounds can wait. Forget about me!”

As if realizing he hadn’t replied in the little man’s language, Kyris closed his eyes as he began speaking in a language the little man understood.

The little man said something else that sounded like acquiescence and then he was gone.

A few moments passed and it was just her, Kyris, and the sound of his labored breathing.

Trying to speak to him was futile. Her body still refused to respond but his words floated in her head.

Use all your resources to create the anti-venom.

So she’d been poisoned. Maybe that was the reason for the paralysis?

That thing, that creature that had tried to kill her, it had poisoned her?

Another sigh left Kyris as he mumbled to himself.

“I should go send the message to the Restitution. The sooner I get you on the base, the better it will be.”

Lifting her hand once more, a little sliver of excitement hit her heart at the thought that he might repeat his kiss…but no slight brush of his lips came. Instead, he rested her hand softly by her side.

“I will be back shortly.”

Wait, he was leaving?

She felt her pulse rise a little as she watched him stand.

She didn’t want him to go. She didn’t want to be alone.

But, with another tremor in his wings, he rose and exited the room.

And then she was alone. Paralyzed and alone.

He hadn’t been gone for long.

Soon, Song picked up his large frame as he walked over to her.

He came to sit beside her once more, took her hand in his, and he seemed to sigh as another quiver went through his wings.

“Get better.”

He was speaking again and she cocked her ears to hear him.

“You must.”

Another quiver went through his wings.

“You must survive...” His hand that was holding hers tightened. “I will not forgive—”

He trailed off and a deep groan left him, one that was neither pleasure nor pain but…distress.

He was distressed.

Because of her?

Her being ill?

“I will not forgive myself.”

Again, because