Xyron: A SciFi Alien Romance (Gladiators of Krix Book 1) by Miranda Martin & James D Horton

Author:Miranda Martin & James D Horton [Martin, Miranda & D Horton, James]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2020-10-08T18:30:00+00:00

Chapter 16

Cora

He wants to marry me. He hasn’t even asked me! I take my frustrations out on the bedsheets I’m scrubbing against the rough metal washboard, attacking them with ferocity.

“Whoa!” Sshkin exclaims, jerking my hand off the sheets. “You are going to tear holes in them!”

“Sorry,” I say, throwing my wet hands up in the air, flinging water everywhere.

Her frown grows deeper as she squints her eyes. “You forget yourself. What is happening with you?”

“It’s Xyron!”

“Of course it is a man,” she sighs, bowing her head. “It is always the men. What has this one done?”

“He asked the Dominus to be allowed to marry me,” I say.

Her head snaps up, her eyes wide. “Are you serious?”

“Yes!”

“This is a good thing; why do you act so angry?”

“A good thing? Is it? I don’t really know. He didn’t even ask me if I wanted to marry him!”

“Why would you not?” she asks.

I bite down so fast I nip my tongue and taste the tang of blood in my mouth. My eyes water in pain, but it’s better than if I’d said what I almost did. I can’t tell her Kiara is planning to get us out of here. She slipped in to check on me a couple of times while I tended to Xyron’s wound and told me she is still figuring it out.

I’m not going to be here to be married, but saying that would be stupid. Best way to foil an escape plan is to run your mouth about it. Sshkin stares, waiting for an answer. I wipe at the tears in my eyes and shake my head.

“I don’t know,” I say, swallowing the blood and spit filling my mouth. “I don’t want him?”

“Why? He is very sexy man. Mighty warrior, very skilled in the arena. He would take good care of you. You should have him. Better than you deserve.”

“Gee, thanks,” I say, and she gives me a side eye.

I pick up the laundry and resume my work, hoping she’ll let it drop. Hope, that momentary lift of your spirits that takes you just high enough to make sure you’re properly dashed when the real world comes crashing in.

“You’re not saying something.”

There it is. Sshkin, dasher of hopes, destroyer of dreams. Maybe if I stare into the soapy water hard enough she’ll forget I’m here. She comes to stand next to the wash tub and places her hands over my arms, stopping me.

“What?” I snap.

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