Alien Romance: The Alien's Bliss: A Sci-fi Alien Warrior Invasion Abduction Romance (10 page)

Emily came to Faruk’s side. “That means the peace process is still alive. All we have to do is meet each other along the border and make sure we agree where it is. Since the Ursidreans, the Lycaon, and the Felsite are already at peace, that shouldn’t be a problem.”

“If it is a problem,” Chris added, “we’d better get any disagreements out in the open now. We have to resolve any border disputes before we can discuss anything else. It’s the perfect test of the peace we’ve already won.”

The whole company turned away, and the Avitras started to retreat. Renier cast a glance over his shoulder at Piwaka and Aquilla still watching them. “I don’t like leaving like this. We’ve come so far. It seems a terrible waste of all we’ve accomplished to be sent packing at his whim.”

“This could be the end of the negotiation with the Avitras,” Carmen told him, “but no one is making us leave. The Felsite, the Ursidreans, and the Lycaon can stay here, well inside Ursidrean territory, and discuss our own plans to settle conflicts across our borders. Aquilla can’t stop us from negotiating with each other.”

Renier’s laugh rolled across the rock, and he threw his arm around Carmen’s shoulder. “You’re right, as always. By golly, we’ll go all the way. We won’t let him stop us from building peace between our three factions. If he wants to drag his heels, let him. He can patrol his border alone for the next ten years while the rest of us live and thrive.”

The company broke up and headed down the hill. Donen called over his shoulder. “Everyone come back to the Ursidrean camp. I want to celebrate our victory.”

Anna glanced at Emily. “Victory? What victory? He sent us packing.”

“At least he didn’t declare war on us,” Emily replied. “The peace process isn’t over. He only gave us some homework to do.”

The Avitras fell back to the treeline and vanished into the foliage the way they’d come. The Ursidreans led the way down to the camp on the plain. No one noticed Aimee standing in the same place. Piwaka, Aquilla, and Penelope Ann stood still while the Avitras Guard withdrew. Then Aquilla took Penelope Ann by the hand and followed the Guard into the trees. Piwaka stayed where he was, and he and Aimee gazed into each other’s eyes until the last Avitras disappeared. Then he, too, withdrew and vanished between the swaying branches.

Aimee watched until she lost sight of him. The negotiation was neither a success or a failure, but that didn’t matter to her. She’d seen him. The connection between them remained alive. When would she see him again? Would Aquilla order the Avitras back to their own territory and leave the other factions to their own devices? She might not see him again for years.

She couldn’t believe that, though. Piwaka pulled the strings behind the Avitras. If he wanted to see her again, he would find a way to turn this negotiation around. He would give Aquilla some hint to keep the Avitras here, where she could find him and where the other factions could convince Aquilla to agree to peace.

The sun rode high in the clear sky. The rock radiated heat, and Aimee turned away into the cool forest. She walked between the trees instead of running. She didn’t want to hurry back to the camp for Donen’s celebration. He and Renier executed to perfection the arguments Aimee gave their mates to suggest to them. But what next?

She had no more suggestions to give her friends on how to swing this negotiation. She wandered in the fog, just like them. She couldn’t face their questioning eyes, but she couldn’t stay away forever. She got back in the late afternoon and found everyone standing around the giant metal box Emily called the store chamber. They all held plates of food in their hands and mingled like colleagues at a cocktail party.

Aimee strolled up to Anna and Aria. Donen, Caleb, and Turk stood on the other side of the circle. “What’s going on?”

“We were just talking about the meeting with Aquilla,” Anna replied. “Some of us think it’s the worst defeat we could possibly suffer. Others think it’s a sign of hope. What do you think?”

Aimee shrugged and looked back up the hill. “It’s hard to tell. I wonder, though, whether the Avitras are still up there somewhere.”

“Why would they stick around?” Aria asked. “Piwaka said we should all go back to our own territories until we have a chance to confirm our borders.”

“That’s what he said,” Aimee replied, “but he could have been saying that for Aquilla’s benefit. He may have other plans.”

Anna and Aria glanced at each other. Donen put down the fruit he was eating. “What do you mean?”

Aimee shifted from one foot to the other. “I didn’t say anything before because I didn’t want to confuse the situation. I delivered the message about Aquilla’s invitation to dialogue, but I didn’t tell you everything.”

Caleb’s eyes widened, and Turk frowned. “What didn’t you tell us?”

“It was Piwaka who suggested the meeting to Aquilla,” Aimee replied. “He’s manipulating Aquilla to bring him around to accept the peace agreement. We shouldn’t leave without giving him a chance.”

Donen cleared his throat. “How are we supposed to find out if they’re still there? We can’t exactly walk across the border and check.”

“I’ll go up,” Aimee replied. “I can cross the border and find out if the Avitras are still there or if they’ve gone back to their own territory. Then we’ll know whether it’s truly hopeless or not.”

“It would only be hopeless for the Avitras,” Anna pointed out. “There’s nothing stopping the rest of us from continuing our negotiation.”

“Give them a chance to join us,” Aimee told her. “If they’re still here, it means Piwaka still thinks there’s a chance to sway Aquilla toward peace. We shouldn’t leave before they do.”

Donen put down his plate. “Okay. You go find out if they’re here. We’ll wait until you get back before we make any decision.”

Aimee studied Anna’s plate. “What are you eating?”

Anna stared at her. “Aren’t you going up the mountain?”

“Not right now. I’ll go later tonight.” She nodded toward the plate again. “Is that spare ribs?”

Anna waved her plate toward the store chamber. “Go get some. They’re divine.”

Aimee turned away, but she couldn’t help overhear Anna and Aria talking behind her. “What do you make of that?”

“She’s spending a lot of time up there,” Aria replied.

“You don’t think....?” Anna asked.

“Why would she?” Aria replied. “She brought that message from Piwaka. We wouldn’t be here now if she hadn’t.”

Her ears burned, and she hurried away. She couldn’t keep her activities secret forever, and she didn’t want to hide them, anyway. Better for everyone to find out the truth sooner rather than later.

She studied the control panel on the store chamber. She’d spent so much time away from camp, she hadn’t learned how to use it. Emily came to her rescue. “Let me show you how to use it.” She punched the control panel, and the unit came to life. “You must be hungry.”

“Starving,” Aimee replied.

“What are you hungry for?” Emily asked.

Aimee blushed. “Something simple. Maybe some trail mix and a bowl of walnuts.”

Emily frowned. “Are you sure? There’s a really good recipe for skidhopper jerky in here. Marissa swears by it.”

“I never really liked jerky all that much,” Aimee replied. “I’ve always been something of a vegetarian.”

“I know,” Emily replied. “It boggles the mind how you survived in Lycaon territory all these months.”

Aimee smiled. “Well, you know, maybe I didn’t. Maybe some part of me had to die in order to get through it.”

Emily cast a sidelong glance in her direction. “You’ve been spending a lot of time away from camp.”

Aimee’s cheeks burned. “I’ll bet you’re all wondering where I’ve been.”

“Sure, we’ve wondered,” Emily replied, “but it’s for you to tell us when the time comes. Here’s your trail mix.”

“Thanks,” Aimee exclaimed. “Thanks for not asking.”

Emily smiled. “Every one of us has taken a different road to get here. I hope someday you feel comfortable enough telling me about yours.”

Aimee lay awake on her cot and listened to the camp noises die out beyond the walls of her tent. Under the blankets, she lay fully clothed in her Lycaon skins. They dug into her skin, but her body burned under them. How long would she have to lie here in agony before she got up?

What was she waiting for? Why did she insist on hiding what she was doing from her friends? Why did she have to sneak back to Piwaka under cover of darkness instead of walking straight up the mountain in broad daylight for everyone to see? What was she ashamed of?

The camp settled into silence. What were the others doing? Were they lying awake in their own beds, listening with bated breath for any sound of her guilty departure? What did she have to feel guilty about, anyway? Nothing. She wasn’t ashamed of meeting Piwaka. Why should she be? She told Donen exactly what she planned to do and when. But she hadn’t told him exactly what she planned to do, had she? She hadn’t told him she planned to rendezvous with Piwaka and give her body to him in a frenzy of unbridled passion. Hot blood rushed to her cheeks at the thought of it.

She held her breath and sat up in bed. What was she doing? She laid back down and closed her eyes. She would wait until morning and let them all watch her walk away. They would never suspect anything if she did. But she couldn’t wait. Her burning flesh forced her to sit up again. She had to find him, to be filled up by him again. She had to go to him no matter where he was, even if he’d journeyed all the way back south to the heart of Avitras territory.

And what would she tell him then? Would she throw herself at his feet and ask the Avitras to take her in? Anna and Frieda went to live with the Avitras, and look how that turned out. Frieda was gone, and Anna had fled the Avitras to rescue Menlo. Some similar fate might await her there.

She pushed herself up onto her feet. Whatever fate awaited her, she had to find out what it was. Whatever destiny awaited her, Piwaka remained at the center of it. She had to go to him and meet her destiny. She paused to listen at the tent door. Then she strode out into the camp.

She placed her feet in all the right places to stop her footsteps making any noise. She’d learned her lessons with the Lycaon warriors well. Only a few guards patrolled the outskirts of the camp. Everyone else slept in their tents. She set off up the hill.

She stopped next to the tree where she met Piwaka the first time. He wouldn’t come to meet her here—not now. He didn’t even know she was there. He might be a hundred miles away by now. She might be the last thing on his mind. She glanced toward the border. Was he waiting over there for her to make the first move? He might be sound asleep right now. He might be annoyed to see her at this time of night.

She waited—who knows how long. Of course he didn’t come. She turned back, but she didn’t leave. She went on to the big rock and waited again. Even if Aquilla ordered the Avitras back to their own territory, Piwaka was over there, in that direction. Her way lay toward him. She could never go back the way she came, toward her past.

Still, she hesitated to cross the border. She kept up the appearance of confidence in front of Donen, but how could she cross into Avitras territory? She was Lycaon. They might hunt her down. Why should they treat her differently because she was human? Did she dare risk it? In the end, overwhelming passion drove her forward. She had to see him. She couldn’t rest until he touched her, soothed her, and cooled her.

She set off across the rock. The closer she came to the trees, the faster she walked. The trees closed over her head, and she broke into a run. She couldn’t hesitate or she would lose her nerve. Her feet found their own places between rocks and fallen branches, but the wind in her face gave her no relief. Only moving closer to him calmed her anxious heart.

The Eastern Divide peaked and fell away into a downward slope, downward toward Avitras territory. She’d crossed to the western side of the mountains. She was over the border. Her senses tingled at every nuance of the forest. Where were the Avitras?

Her ears caught the first sound and drew her to her left. Voices rang through the canopy overhead. Aimee slowed down and listened. She crept closer, and at last, scaled a tree. A dozen Avitras perched in the branches. They ate something out of wooden bowls, and the conversation echoed back and forth from one branch to the other. Aimee settled in the crook of her tree nearby and watched them unseen. The Avitras didn’t practice forest camouflage the way the Lycaon did. She could sit there all night and they would never know she was there.

Piwaka sat on the edge of the circle. He engaged his fellow Guards in conversation and laughed at their jokes. Neither Aquilla nor Penelope Ann was anywhere in sight. Aimee was safe as long as they didn’t see her. She could sneak away and tell the Alphas the Avitras were still here, within sight of the border. Piwaka must have some plan up his sleeve to bring Aquilla back to the negotiation. But sitting here in the dark wasn’t bringing her any closer to Piwaka. He would look out for her if she showed herself.

She stood up and balanced on the branch. Then she stepped out onto it. She pushed it down with her feet at every step until it bounced. The leaves rustled and interrupted the Guards’ conversation. They jumped up with a shout. They snatched their weapons and rounded on her. One young Guard menaced her with his spear jabbed in her face. “State you business!” She kept her eyes fixed on Piwaka, and his eyes met hers.

Piwaka waved to the Guard. “I’ll handle this.”

The Guard glanced over his shoulder, but no one argued with Piwaka. At a gesture from him, the Guard moved away. He took hold of her arm and turned her away. In a flash, he flew away with her into the trees.

He landed on the ground out of sight of the group. He peered into her face, but said nothing. She gazed up at him, but she couldn’t speak. The aurora flickered over the trees and lit their faces with a ghostly glow.

Piwaka took her hand and led her through the forest. She didn’t care where he led her. She was with him, and all her tension vanished at last. He welcomed her. That’s all that mattered. He led her into a remote part of the forest, through unfamiliar sounds and smells, deeper into Avitras territory. Her feet moving on the ground struck
her as odd. They should be flying, or at least moving through the treetops.