swung her around so that the both of them were flung into a heap on the hard stone floor.
Every person in the room was watching them in shock as Danielle struggled to subdue the girl beneath her. She was all arms and legs, screaming curses in language she couldn’t even begin to understand as she brandished her makeshift weapon. Blood dripped down Danielle’s forearm as she caught the girl’s hands in both of hers, trying to calm her.
“Let it go! Calm down, please! It’s not worth it!”
The little thing head-butted her – brought her cranium up against Danielle’s with a solid crack that sent her reeling. Disoriented, Danielle fell to the side, shaking her head to try and clear it. Before her gaze, she watched the girl rise to her feet to lunge at the foreigners once more. Their leader caught her effortlessly by both of her wrists, squeezing until she dropped her weapon to the floor with a metallic clink .
For a moment, he merely stared down into her eyes, completely oblivious to her struggling. Then, in a smooth motion, he twisted the wrist that had held the killing implement until it snapped and the girl screamed. Immediately, the room was thrust into pandemonium. Every woman present rushed for the door, their terrified yells echoing about the room. Danielle, however, remained on the floor, still slightly dazed, droplets of her blood falling onto the concrete floor.
As her vision slid slowly back into focus, she realized that she was staring at a pair of gold armored feet. Her eyes wide, she looked up, craning her neck until her gaze finally locked with that of the alien prince. He was staring down at her with an unreadable expression. For a moment, she feared she would be the next to face his wrath; that was, until he uttered a single word.
“You.”
His eyes flashed from red, to gold, to an eerie, icy blue. “You are mine.”
Chapter Three: Engagement
Kael oversaw the loading of the humans into the massive ship that they had brought with them from Garinia. He had never relished the idea of returning home with it empty, but now, he needn’t be concerned any longer. The humans had agreed – what choice had they? And now, it was time to get their protesting numbers into the cold sleep chambers for the long trip back to their sector. They had provided the human leaders with all they needed to maintain communications, but for the rest of the human population to remain in the dark.
Informing them of their impending demise would do nothing but create mass panic. It was cold, Kael knew, but he’d made many such decisions in his forty seven moons, and he would continue to make decisions concerning the greater good for as long as he was in power. He had already informed his sister, who was ruling in his absence, that they were preparing to return. He could sense her relief. As she was now mother to an infant, she would want nothing more than to spend time with her child – his nephew and heir to the throne until he produced children of his own.
The thought was…somewhat unsettling.
As Kael watched his fellow Garinians herd thousands of humans up the ramps, his mind turned to the one waiting for him in his quarters. He hadn’t even noticed her at first. Of all the women in the room, she had not done anything in particular to catch his attention – no screaming, fainting or hysterics – at least not until the girl next to her had attempted to harm her. That one had spirit, he was willing to admit. If she didn’t clearly despise him, he might have chosen her. She was comely enough. Instead, he’d had to punish her – as he would anyone so bold.
And it was his rescuer that he was to wed.
She was a slender, unassuming thing, with a delicate beauty that could very easily be overlooked if one didn’t examine her closely. Large, cornflower blue eyes with long lashes, honey colored skin and tousled blonde waves that were unkempt and short, framing her angular, narrow face. She was clad in