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her hair. How did this happen? She thought of her brother. Challen would undoubtedly lose his temper when told of Tigif’s betrayal. She prayed he did not view her responsible for the male’s actions. She loved Karla. She would never betray her sister.
Rick’s image materialized in her head.
No male has ever displayed honorable traits like you, Challen…until now
. Leonora sat on the edge of the mattress and sighed.
Oh, Rick, where are you when I need you? Please come back to me
.
Tigif stood in front of the bathroom’s oval mirror. He ignored the landscape artwork that hung on the hunter green wall beside him. Instead, he focused on his reflection.
Why is she playing so hard to get? I know she wants me. Why else would she encourage Challen to go to that dreadful space station full of filthy aliens?
His lip curled.
She wants me to marry Karla
. The mere thought of marrying someone else repulsed him.
Foolish cat. Like a kitten, she is still playing games. She needs to act her age. She is a grown feline
. He thought of Rick.
How dare she stand against me for him!
Leonora’s actions heated Tigif hotter than his orange stripes. He had never been angry to the point of wanting someone dead. This was a first.
You will not take her from me. There has to be a way to get her away from you. Think, cat, think
.
He recalled Rick’s departing words. A cunning smile slowly appeared on his face. Tigif finger combed his hair. He meticulously planted orange-and-black strands along the counter, floor, and shower. Next, he extended a claw and sliced the tip of his middle finger. Chuckling like a mischievous kitten, he placed droplets of blood where Rick would not notice if he happened to give the bathroom a quick look over.
You will not enjoy your victory for long
.
Rick traveled to a deserted area, off a minor road, to burn the aliens’ clothes. As the trail of smoke sailed upward, he reached inside his backpack, pulled out a small handheld vacuum, and carefully cleaned the interior of the car.
Once he finished, he drove to the airport, to the rental office. The representative barely touched the keys when Rick was out the doors. He rushed down the aisles of the airport’s long-term parking lot to where he left his personal vehicle.
During the entire time, he was unable to keep his mind off Leonora. Images of her dissected companions remained in his head. The soldiers’ way of treating her confirmed her fate if she were recaptured. Mary entered his mind.
Leonora was not Mary. She knew how to fight. He also saw how she was no stranger to killing. Still, she was physically weak, and the enemy was great in number. She would have no chanceat surviving without him. This time, he would not make the arrogant mistake of thinking he could play by his opponents’ rules, change them midway, and win. It would be Rick’s rules from start to finish.
Mary’s face faded, and Leonora’s flickered into focus. From the moment his sights locked onto Leonora’s pale blue ones, his mind had not worked the same. How could a pair of eyes possess such an unnatural color? They were pale to the point of being white, with an eerie translucent glow to them. Normally such eyes would be seen as scary, but not to Rick. He found them fascinating and hypnotic.
Each time he looked into them, he could not tear his gaze away. Strangely enough, he experienced the sensation of peering into her soul. This made him uncomfortable for two reasons: He had never felt anything remotely similar with his wife. And he had always heard the eyes are the mirrors to the soul. He never understood the meaning of those words until meeting Leonora.
This scared him. He did not want to look into any woman’s soul. That was a bit too intimate to a man sworn off relationships. Rick touched his scar to reaffirm his decision. Besides, his soul was dead, buried alongside his daughter.
Leonora’s image sharpened against his will. She was a humanoid cat with features that had a
Rick’s image materialized in her head.
No male has ever displayed honorable traits like you, Challen…until now
. Leonora sat on the edge of the mattress and sighed.
Oh, Rick, where are you when I need you? Please come back to me
.
Tigif stood in front of the bathroom’s oval mirror. He ignored the landscape artwork that hung on the hunter green wall beside him. Instead, he focused on his reflection.
Why is she playing so hard to get? I know she wants me. Why else would she encourage Challen to go to that dreadful space station full of filthy aliens?
His lip curled.
She wants me to marry Karla
. The mere thought of marrying someone else repulsed him.
Foolish cat. Like a kitten, she is still playing games. She needs to act her age. She is a grown feline
. He thought of Rick.
How dare she stand against me for him!
Leonora’s actions heated Tigif hotter than his orange stripes. He had never been angry to the point of wanting someone dead. This was a first.
You will not take her from me. There has to be a way to get her away from you. Think, cat, think
.
He recalled Rick’s departing words. A cunning smile slowly appeared on his face. Tigif finger combed his hair. He meticulously planted orange-and-black strands along the counter, floor, and shower. Next, he extended a claw and sliced the tip of his middle finger. Chuckling like a mischievous kitten, he placed droplets of blood where Rick would not notice if he happened to give the bathroom a quick look over.
You will not enjoy your victory for long
.
Rick traveled to a deserted area, off a minor road, to burn the aliens’ clothes. As the trail of smoke sailed upward, he reached inside his backpack, pulled out a small handheld vacuum, and carefully cleaned the interior of the car.
Once he finished, he drove to the airport, to the rental office. The representative barely touched the keys when Rick was out the doors. He rushed down the aisles of the airport’s long-term parking lot to where he left his personal vehicle.
During the entire time, he was unable to keep his mind off Leonora. Images of her dissected companions remained in his head. The soldiers’ way of treating her confirmed her fate if she were recaptured. Mary entered his mind.
Leonora was not Mary. She knew how to fight. He also saw how she was no stranger to killing. Still, she was physically weak, and the enemy was great in number. She would have no chanceat surviving without him. This time, he would not make the arrogant mistake of thinking he could play by his opponents’ rules, change them midway, and win. It would be Rick’s rules from start to finish.
Mary’s face faded, and Leonora’s flickered into focus. From the moment his sights locked onto Leonora’s pale blue ones, his mind had not worked the same. How could a pair of eyes possess such an unnatural color? They were pale to the point of being white, with an eerie translucent glow to them. Normally such eyes would be seen as scary, but not to Rick. He found them fascinating and hypnotic.
Each time he looked into them, he could not tear his gaze away. Strangely enough, he experienced the sensation of peering into her soul. This made him uncomfortable for two reasons: He had never felt anything remotely similar with his wife. And he had always heard the eyes are the mirrors to the soul. He never understood the meaning of those words until meeting Leonora.
This scared him. He did not want to look into any woman’s soul. That was a bit too intimate to a man sworn off relationships. Rick touched his scar to reaffirm his decision. Besides, his soul was dead, buried alongside his daughter.
Leonora’s image sharpened against his will. She was a humanoid cat with features that had a
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