Ka'Cit's Haven: A Sci-fi Alien Romance (Riv's Sanctuary Book 3), A.G. Wilde [surface ebook reader TXT] 📗

The holo-screen materialized in the air before the Torian and Geblit tapped a few inputs on the screen before glancing back his way.

“Now, what about your assets.”

“I want them transferred.”

Two of Geblit’s eyes grew wider while the other two remained the same size. “What?”

“I want them transferred.” Ka’Cit slid the papers in his hand toward Geblit and the Torian took them, flicking through quickly as his eyes darted across the pages.

“This…this is a lot to transfer to one being…”

Ka’Cit shrugged. “I don’t see your point.”

Geblit blinked at him as if he was looking at an idiot. “It’s not usual for a dignitary—”

“I am no dignitary. There’s nothing dignified about me.”

Geblit scoffed. “Your assets…your status…they say otherwise.”

“Just because you and those other excrement pipes who run this planet think I’m rich doesn’t make me dignified. I’m just…lucky.”

Geblit scoffed again. “Well, I’ve seen where you live. I agree.”

In another circumstance, he might have laughed.

“Just tell me what you need to get it done and I will provide it.” He watched as Geblit looked through the papers once more.

“It’s all here. Must have been a pain in the sphincter trying to gather all these deeds… Are you sure about this?”

“As sure as my life organ beating in my chest.”

“You have a habit of being…reckless. If this turns out to be a mistake…it can’t be undone.”

Ka’Cit leaned forward and looked the Torian in the eyes. “I’ve made a lot of mistakes in my life. This isn’t one.”

Geblit studied him for a few more moments. “Okay. I’ll process it, but it will take some time.” He glanced back at the papers. “You’ve done a horrible job at keeping these records.”

Ka’Cit let out a soft laugh through his nose.

He’d done a horrible job at life in general so far.

This might be the first good decision he’d ever made.

40

She’d stopped counting the days…the weeks…but each day that passed, things got easier.

She could smile now and put enough effort into it that it was convincing to the others.

She could even convince herself when she looked in the mirror, despite the ache in her soul that she couldn’t get rid of.

More than once, she’d caught herself just staring off into the distance at nothing, the image of Ka’Cit’s hover car retreating over the tall grass replaying in her head.

She’d been right.

That day, it had been goodbye.

A final one.

He wasn’t coming back and she shouldn’t have expected him to.

What had happened between them hadn’t affected him the way it had affected her.

She really was a fool.

And that realization had turned her want, her hope, into anger.

She was sitting on one of the huge hay bales now, looking out over the tall grass.

Since those three rainy days that followed his departure, it had been pretty dry conditions.

The sun was shining as usual and the wind was a soft caress.

Nia rubbed the pebbles she had in her hand and absentmindedly threw one toward a bucket far away.

It hit the bucket so hard, the thing toppled over.

Taking another, she threw again, hitting the bucket one more time.

That one was hard enough to dent the side of the container.

Her accuracy had improved in the past few weeks; she was pretty sure she could hit things now with her eyes closed.

Anger was a fuel she never knew she’d find useful.

She flexed her wrist to throw another pebble when her gaze caught something approaching in the distance.

Nia froze and her heart thudded in her chest.

As she rose to her feet on top of the hay bale, she squinted and focused.

A hover car.

But even from the distance, she could tell it wasn’t his, and she felt her heart sink—a feeling that was promptly followed by anger at herself for even hoping.

The hover car that was approaching looked new. It had smooth curves and a paint job that made it glisten in the light.

Hopping off the hay bale, Nia moved farther down the path and put up a hand to shield her eyes from the sun.

As soon as she recognized who it was, she turned and shouted toward the house, “Riv! Geblit is here to see you.”

A few moments passed before Riv stuck his head through the door with Lauren following close behind him.

The two were inseparable, especially now that Lauren looked close to popping.

Riv scowled and Nia turned to see the hover car pulling up at the barrier.

Geblit Cakhura’s four eyes found her before darting to Riv. “Well, aren’t you going to let me in?”

“Geblit, on Raxu’s name, if you’ve brought me another human…”

Geblit looked affronted and his four arms crossed, his green skin turning slightly gray. “I want nothing to do with any more of those troublesome humans. I can assure you, I am here on official business.”

Riv growled and disappeared inside the house.

A few moments later, the electric barrier stopped zinging and Geblit’s hover car slowly advanced into the property.

“Hiya Geblit.” Lauren smiled at the alien and, as she stepped down the path to stand beside her, Nia saw the exact moment when Geblit’s gaze fell on the woman’s belly.

His four eyes moved from being narrowed to slits to becoming large round pools in his head.

“You…you…you’re multiplying.” He almost fell backward in shock.

Lauren chuckled and rubbed her belly.

“Yep, you’re going to be an uncle.”

“Absolutely not!” The big protrusion at the back of Geblit’s head pulsed. “If adult humans bring so much trouble, I cannot imagine what immature spawns of your species will do to my life.” He made a face then the color drained from his skin. His gaze fell on Riv, who was now coming down the path toward them. “Phekking qrak, it will be a hybrid.”

He began shaking his head. “I’m telling you from this moment, I want nothing to do with this…this spawn.”

Lauren chuckled again. “I think the baby likes you.”

Without warning, she grasped one of Geblit’s arms and put his hand on her tummy.

Geblit was so shocked, he could not move. “What are you—”

Then he froze, his gaze falling to Lauren’s belly. “The little menace is trying to assault me