one hell of a wonderful dream.
Coming to terms with the fact that she wasn’t getting anymore sleep this morning, Lena threw her pillow aside with an impatient sigh, sat up and opened her eyes. “Oh, my god! It wasn’t a dream.”
When the thumping continued, Lena turned to look at Artu, wondering how in the world he could sleep through the racket coming from somewhere beyond the bedroom door. He was gone.
“Don’t even tell me you left me here by myself.” Lena grumbled as she gathered her clothes together to get dressed. “I’d better not find out that you’ve left the house and tried to stop the authorities from arresting me, dammit.”
She looked down at the soiled clothes she held. “I could sure use Artu’s sister’s clothes right about now.” Even fresh from storage, they’d be better than what she had with her. Frowning, Lena resigned herself to wearing them for another day. She’d refuse to wear these after today without washing them first. At the moment, it didn’t matter how long his sister’s things had been in storage. They would have been a welcome addition to her non-existent wardrobe. However, they were back in the room where she’d unpacked them and left them on the chair so she could wash them.
Artu had told her the clothes were clean, but he’d also said that they had been in storage for a number of years.
The drumming continued and Lena rubbed her temples. “I wish that damned banging would stop.” She looked toward the door and worried her lip. Should she go see what made that thunderous noise?
What if something had happened to Artu? She knew he said he was invincible, but he had said that was only until he met his mate. He said he would age and die just like everyone else after that. She thought about the chemistry they experienced between them last night. What if she really was his mate? Could someone kill him now?
Mind made up, Lena hurried from the room, almost running up the hallway that led into the main chamber of the underground structure. She couldn’t let him stand between her and whatever justice his people meted out. Not if he could get himself harmed. She couldn’t allow him to get himself hurt because of her. Lena knew she would never be able to live with herself if she didn’t do something to stop him.
Lena decided that she would face whatever music she had to. She was an illegal alien in his land. It didn’t matter how she got here or why she was here. If they couldn’t deport her and she wasn’t married to a citizen, they should incarcerate her. It didn’t matter that she hadn’t asked for this. The law was the law.
Her stomach churned at the thought of languishing in a prison in the ultimate foreign land. She was on another planet for crying out loud. You couldn’t get to be much more of an illegal alien than that .
Lena reached for the door handle, paused and took a deep breath, trying to muster up the courage to open the door. The distant banging grew louder.
“Come on, Lena,” she said as she cautiously made her way down the long hall. “It’s time to pull up your big-girl panties and face the proverbial music.”
The closer Lena got to the source of the drumming, the louder it got. The louder it got, the more her stomach churned, until she felt as though she might be sick. It didn’t take long to realize that someone on the other side attempted to break the door down. Yet it held.
Taking another deep breath for courage, Lena reached for the door and opened it just as the men on the other side were on their back-swing with a strange-looking metal bar that she could only guess was their form of a battering ram.
“Arrest the trespasser!” A tall man situated behind the rest screamed. “She does not belong here.” He sneered at her as the others grew quiet at his accusations. “Do not think to brainwash us as you have our defender with your stories of the Fates. We are not as gullible as our lonely protector.”
Lena frowned. How did
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