Ka'Cit's Haven: A Sci-fi Alien Romance (Riv's Sanctuary Book 3) by A.G. Wilde (online e book reader .txt) 📗

She didn’t know how she was going to get out of this, but she had to find a way.

The aliens glanced at each other before looking back her way and she realized, with a turn of her stomach, that one of them was rustling with the center of his cloak.

His cloak parted and she saw a flash of white in the cracks on his arm, almost like metal was underneath that part of his skin.

He took a few more steps forward.

“I dare you. I fucking dare you.” She stared into the dark eyes and the alien hesitated for just a moment before continuing to take open the lower section of his cloak.

“I swear on my father, Mark Wilson’s name, that if you put your hands on me, I will kill you. I fucking swear it.” Nia gripped the pebble, happy that her voice didn’t shake with the fear crawling up her spine.

One of the aliens moved to one side of the cage and the other went to the next side.

She glanced between them both, terror flooding through her veins.

What were they going to do?

She could hear her breath in her own ears and to make matters worse, the room suddenly went dark.

“Herza is starting the launch sequence,” one said.

“Seems so,” the other replied almost absentmindedly.

Fuck.

FUCK!

Nia raced to the front of the cage.

Without the pebble in her shoe, she could move much more quickly, and she gripped the bars.

The only thing she could see was the lights of the buttons by the door, but the natural hum of the ship seemed to grow even louder.

The ship’s engine.

Shit.

She stared at the illuminated buttons, forgetting the aliens around her for a moment as she rubbed the pebble between her fingers.

It was smooth, about the size of a marble, but heavy enough that she could feel the weight in her hand.

She had an idea.

A stupid, highly risky idea, but an idea nonetheless.

She just had to hope it would work.

Ka’Cit dropped down from the hatch, his feet landing on the floor of the upper deck almost silently.

His tail shot out behind him, aiding his balance as he stood to his full height.

He’d timed his entry, there shouldn’t be anyone in the corridor now that the launch checks were being done, but as soon as he took a step forward, a Niftrill turned the corner.

Phek.

Ka’Cit let out a breath as he saw when the Niftrill spotted him.

He hadn’t deployed the smoke canister yet.

The Niftrill hesitated for a second, and Ka’Cit could see the moment the Niftrill decided he needed to raise an alarm.

“Oh no you don’t.”

As the Niftrill turned to run the other way, Ka’Cit’s hand was already drawing a throwing knife from one of his pockets.

The knife went through the air, slicing through the silence to lodge itself into the Niftrill’s leg, but it wasn’t sharp enough to penetrate Niftrill skin; it merely took the Niftrill down.

“Intru—!” The Niftrill began to scream, but Ka’Cit was upon him in a second, dragging the Niftrill to his feet and clamping a hand over the Niftrill’s mouth.

He pulled him backward, kicking open a supply closet and pulling the Niftrill along with him into the darkness of the small room.

“Where’s the human?”

The Niftrill didn’t answer, he only began struggling to release himself.

“Look, friend, we can either do this the hard way, or we can do this the easy way. I, for one, prefer the hard way, but I’m not sure you would like that.”

The Niftrill struggled again.

“Hard way it is.”

The Niftrill stiffened then and stopped moving.

“Thought so. Now, where is the human?” Ka’Cit released the Niftrill’s mouth just enough to hear him speak.

“In the upper sector.”

Hmm, that’s where he’d thought Herza would put her.

“Listen, Niftrill. You are not my enemy. I am only here for the human. I’m going to let you go in the next few seconds…but if you raise an alarm…”

He left the rest unsaid, and the Niftrill jerked his head in compliance.

But no sooner had he let the Niftrill go than the henchman grabbed an object within the supply closet and jabbed it towards him.

Ka’Cit caught the object with one hand, his gaze barely darting to it.

“Really?” he asked, and the Niftrill’s red eyes widened a little. “I try to be nice and—”

A sigh made his shoulders sag as Ka’Cit drove his fist forward, connecting with the Niftrill’s hard outer skin.

He didn’t know why he’d bothered to be nice.

The suddenness of the blow was enough to make the Niftrill sag and, in the next second, his body fell to the floor.

“Phek,” Ka’Cit cursed and flashed his hand in the air.

Rule number one, never fight a Niftrill with your bare fists. It was like hitting rock.

His gaze fell to the Niftrill. The henchman would be out for a few minutes at least. Enough time for him to find the human.

But, for good measure, Ka’Cit secured the Niftrill’s hands to a pipe within the closet.

Taking the smoke canister from his pocket, he peeked through the door.

There was a little thrill he could feel at the base of his spine—a little excitement.

He wasn’t quite sure where it was coming from but it was there, and as the smoke canister slipped from his fingers and rolled down the corridor, the gray cloud beginning to fill the air, Ka’Cit allowed the feeling to simmer.

Time to go get that human.

9

The ship was humming much louder now, and Nia knew she didn’t have a lot of time to get the hell out of there.

No way could she allow them to take off before she found a way off the vessel.

Her eyes were on the door in front.

If she could open the door, the cage would open too. Well, at least that’s what she hoped.

When the aliens had pressed the orange button, the door and cage had both closed in synchrony.

She assumed they worked together, and that made things a helluva lot easier.

If she managed to open the cage, it would give her just a few