human to make no mistake. They were enemies to the end. He overheard Rick softly repeating Leonora’s name. His gaze narrowed. “Excuse me?”
“You called her Leonora.”
His face was unreadable, but Tigif was not fooled. “That is correct. I am called Tigif.”
“Tigif,” repeated Rick.
“Are you named after the—”
“No!”
“
Sorry
. I was only trying to pass the time with small talk. I’ve never met an alien before, especially one that looked like a tiger or a lioness. I apologize if I’ve insulted you.”
“Apologize?” Tigif snickered. “Your kind does not know the meaning.” His lip curled. “Your disgraceful race only knows about destruction and misuse.”
“If you hate humans so much, then why, may I ask, are you here?”
“We do not hate humans,” answered Leonora in a small voice.
Tigif looked at her. He did not want her speaking to this human. The last thing he wanted was for the male to get any ideas about her. Leonora was his. She was destined to become his life-mate, whether she liked it or not.
“Please forgive Tigif, McCall. He is bitter that our friends did not survive. It has nothing to do with you.”
“Why are you defending him?” snapped Tigif. “And what do you mean it has nothing to do with him? It most certainly does have everything to do with him.”
Rick remained silent, but his jaw worked overtime.
“It has nothing to do with McCall but everything to do with those males back at the research lab,” Leonora corrected. “If it were not for Rick, we, too, would have been killed.”
Tigif’s eyes doubled in size. She had shortened another male’s birth name without the male’s consent, which was a sure sign that she was attracted to him. The gleam in Tigif’s eyes hardened.
“Thank you for saving us, Rick. We truly do appreciate it.” Leonora sounded sweet and grateful. How she ogled the human was another indication that she was interested. During the three seasons Tigif had known her, she had never looked upon a male with favoritism, not even him.
“Leonora,” he warned.
“Rick is our friend, Tigif. He has proven himself by saving our lives.” Her head rested against Tigif’s chest, yet her attention remained upon Rick until she dozed off.
Tigif’s focus zoomed in on his new obstacle.
He is not our friend. I will make certain of that
.
Lance went in to work earlier than usual. Everything that had occurred during the last two months irritated him to extremes. He had no control over the situation concerning the aliens, something he was uncomfortable with.
He sat behind his desk, taking care of some paperwork. The only light that illuminated the windowless room came from a little desk lamp at his right hand side. This was a normal pastime whenever there was something on his mind and sleep eluded him.
The ringing of the phone stopped his pen in midmotion. His attention riveted to the receiver. Somehow, Lance knew in his gut exactly who would be on the other end and what the topic of conversation would be.
On the fourth ring, he answered. “Hello.”
“Hello, Blaisdale?
”
“This is Blaisdale,” he responded in a monotone voice.
“This is Anderson. I
’
m at the research lab. We have a situation here
.”
“I’m listening.”
“Someone has broken through our security setup
.”
“Was anyone hurt?” Lance asked.
“Several of our boys will be of no use to us for a while. But that
’
s not the half of it
.”
“Go on,” Lance patiently prodded.
“Whoever did it freed the remaining two aliens and got away
.”
Lance closed his eyes and inwardly groaned.
Last two
. He dropped his pen and pinched the arch of his nose. “Do you have any idea who it was?” His voice was void of all the emotions that swam inside him.
“No, but we will. The amateur left some evidence behind
.”
Lance reopened his eyes.
Shit!
“What sort of evidence?” he calmly asked.
“The idiot couldn
’
t keep his food down. In a few days,