The Alien Traitor_Jahle_A SciFi Romance Novel by Delia Roan

Author:Delia Roan [Roan, Delia]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2018-03-20T16:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER FIFTEEN

JAHLE

The tunnel was a tight fit for his new form. His horns kept brushing the ceiling, sending clods of earth into his hair and eyes. So he kept his head ducked, staring at the ground passing below. With his one hand on Mel’s ankle, he shuffled along awkwardly, pressing her onward. They could not afford to be slow. Who knew what Dogan might send after them?

Guards? Gas? A bomb?

And what lies ahead?

It was clear that she would die without him. It was also clear that Dogan would kill him for helping her.

If I could just get a chance to talk to him, one brother to another…

Only Mel’s harsh breathing broke the silence of the tunnel. Jahle strained his ears but he heard nothing of the battle behind them. Had Dogan given up? Had the guards missed the entrance to the tunnel? Were they crawling to their death?

In front of him, Mel slowed.

“What is wrong?” he asked.

“The tunnel forks. I-I don’t know which way.”

“Pick one.”

“But, I-”

“Pick. One.” His voice held an edge of scorn, and Mel responded to it, just as she had to his goading earlier. She turned right. Guilt gnawed at his belly, but Mel had too much pride. She didn’t want to seem weak, and he used the information against her.

With Dogan, Jahle had avoided provoking his temperamental brother. But with Mel, it seemed the best course of action. With Dogan, Jahle had wanted to survive. With Mel, he wanted her to survive.

More than survive. He wanted her to thrive.

They moved on in silence. At first, he enjoyed the power his new body provided. He was stronger and faster. The exhaustion and pain of the past few days had faded, and renewed vigor filled his body. His clawed fingers and toes gripped the dirt, helping him move forward. Time would help him adjust to his new bulk.

Still, it was a rough passage, and was barely wide enough for his width. Jahle’s back began to stiffen and his shoulder ached. His chest worked, heaving against the heaviness of the air.

He finally yielded. “Wait. I have to stretch.”

He lay down on the floor of the tunnel and rolled onto his back. In the glow of the lamplight, he took in the curve of her glorious backside and her concerned face peering around her shoulder. The front of her shirt covered her nose and mouth, leaving only her warm eyes and bright hair in sight.

Maybe this tunnel isn’t so bad, he mused, as the scales on his shoulders rose. At least the view is lovely.

“Is it just me or is the air really…” Mel’s voice trailed off.

“It is still breathable,” Jahle replied. He paused. “If you get dizzy or sleepy, let me know.”

When he caught his breath, they kept going. The world narrowed into nothing but the tunnel and the constant shuffle forward. An unknown amount of time passed. In the darkness, it was anyone's guess how much.

“Hey! I see something,” Mel said, suddenly. “I-I think I see… stars?”

Stars? Impossible.

He tried to peer around Mel, but could not.

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