Alien Invasion: A Warrior Prince Romance (The Tourin Legacy - Part 1)
a plant toxin needs a
plant cure.”
    Once again, she amazes me. “An interesting
notion. I didn’t think you would know about plants or toxins.”
    She freezes, a slight blush gracing her pale
cheeks. “Being a princess doesn’t just mean wearing pretty dresses
and dancing at balls, at least on my planet. It means that when my
people suffer, I suffer. Many times in my life I’ve tended to the
sick and wounded. Throughout our many wars and when plagues have
swept our lands.”
    Again, I’m surprised by the differences in
our people. How long had it been since we’d had a war or a plague
before the invasion? These people were truly still a youthful,
inexperienced civilization. “So you are both a warrior and a
healer.” Even with the differences in technology, she would make a
fine princess even to my own people.
    “I wouldn’t call myself a healer,” she said,
her voice taking on a soft note. “I just know that for every plant
toxin, there is a plant cure. Healer Surtoga always said so.”
    I tilt my head skeptically. “Perhaps. But my
people have already tried every possible avenue. If there were a
plant cure available, we would have found it.”
    “You haven’t tried my planet.”
    A spark of unexpected hope flares in my
chest, but instantly I stamp it down. It’s possible, but very, very
unlikely.
    I motion to the door exiting the bridge.
“That’s true. As I said, I’m not a scientist—or a doctor. Let me
take you to a different room where you will have access to all of
our records. You can look through all of our video files.”
    “Video files?” she asks as she follows me
out the door and down the hall.
    Right. “Do you have television on
your planet?”
    She looks at me blankly.
    “It’s a video that flies through the air
from a transmitting antenna, to be caught by the receiving antenna,
and projected onto a screen.”
    “Oh! Invisiview! Yes, we have it.”
    I’m relieved she has some concept of this
technology. Although based on my experience on her planet,
Invisiview is probably very different from our video system.
    Her green eyes show a spark of interest, and
despite the direness of the situation, I’m glad I can share it with
her.
    As I suspected, our technology is worlds
apart. I laugh as she asks about “reels” of video and enjoy the
look of shock and wonder as I show her the screen I use for
research. Thirty minutes later, she’s a pro. So smart. So quick
and curious.
    She pulls up a video of the sky back at
Tuorin. Red rolls across it as the poison is released into the
atmosphere. My entire chest tightens, and I realize I’m shaking as
I try to catch my breath. I’d thought the horrifying images in my
mind were bad, but actually seeing a video of it again triggers
emotions I’ve been trying to suppress. I need to get out of
here.
    I brush my fingers down her back, trying to
sound calm. “Feel free to watch anything you like. I’m going back
to the bridge.”
    She glances up at me, and her eyes widen.
“I’m so sorry. I didn’t even think—”
    “It’s fine.” How can she read me so
easily?
    “I know this is hard, but I’m going to find
a way to save my people, and yours.”
    Taking a step away from her, I hide my
doubt. “Let me know if you need anything.”
    As much as I hate the fact that she knows
why I’m leaving, I’m still going to go.
    Besides the horror I feel at the images, the
tattoo on my shoulder is starting to poke at me insistently. I’m
leaving so I can keep my hands off her.

2
Ande’ie
    I watch the vids mostly in disbelief.
Juordin’s planet is so far ahead of mine, the technology so
advanced, that it’s difficult to focus only on the information
about the toxins. Even the words they use to describe things are
difficult to understand. I grab paper and a writing instrument
after only a few minutes, and kept stopping the video to take
notes.
    I’m beginning to understand why Juordin
believes there’s no cure. The scientists on his planet

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